Susan Boyle

Toast to me, hold up my glass, to all mistakes i've made.
Good intentions washed away, as soon as spring time came.
I danced a summer, fell an autumn, another candle blown.
Now winter's come around again, and back where i began.
And even though you heard it all, i know you don't believe.
Let me keep the last thing left for me.
This will be the year, the year
The year i learn to take some time, to stop and breathe it in.
To keep a promise to myself, to finish what i begin.
Bad habits stop, no more regrets, a step out of the red.
Open arms and an open heart to all that lies ahead.
And even though you've heard it all, and i know you don't believe,
Let me keep the last thing left for me.
This will be the year, the year.