The year goes by
With champagne
And wishful thinking
Promises
That will be broken in days
With tradition
Comes an ideal routine
We fight for
The usual
Model bodies
Expensive lifestyle
Healthier mind
Gatsby life
The same
Every time
Every person
Every year
There is only one goal
We should fight for
That at the end
Of each December 31
We can proudly say
That we made something
