Watching the time go by as I’m waiting for the New Year. The partygoers, alcoholics this is there time here, but I’m just waiting, waiting for the clock to strike 12, so I can hear the gun shots, the noise, and all them loud bells. But the New Year is my year see, because I graduate, trying to be in a better place than before, and oh yeah there’s more. I got prom, college, and man I turn 18. This couldn’t  have been a better dream. The clock is ticking and it’s about to ring. Let me get near my phone so I can hear this ding. Thinking about man it’s 2015 now. I gotta grow, be a man, no more mistakes now. But when you get the peer pressure and the influences. You just might get into stuff. We all know throughout the year it gets a little rough. But I can’t worry it’s my time now, screaming "2015 I’m ready for your touchdown!"