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January strolled in my mind
as I stepped out of the places
I've always seen throughout
the same and different years
of my life.
As I made my way to my everyday place,
I couldn't help but to frown and sigh
and hide the fact that I was about to cry.

A lot of things were going on my mind,
and I recalled how they said,
"Maybe she's already beyond sad."

And I thought,

They might
be right.

January strolled in my mind
as I felt my birthday's pieces
I've always loved throughout
the same and different months
of this year.
As I made my way to my everyday place,
I couldn't help but to be almost mistaken
'bout the false fare and to wish life's even.

A lot of things were going on around me;
I still love how the moon shone in my day.
"Wish this day's not bad."

I looked up. The morning's moon is gone;
of everything I lost, you're numbered one.
I was scared to admit, but.... They might,
I thought as I see my bruise, be right.

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