Raise your glass,
It’s time for the toast,
Champagne glitters in the grass,
Drink to the time we miss most.
Raise your glass,
Flip a false smile,
Time will pass,
Heal wounds of a bloody while.
Raise your glass,
Tip back your replacement cyanide,
Show some class,
To those we lost on our ride.
(Happy New Year! This is dedicated to those we lost in 2008, like my best soul mate. I wish everyone a safe, happy, healthy, and amazing 2009)
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