I wake up daily wondering if today will be the day
that my life ends or if I'll be cursed in another way.
No-one said life would be easy but mine's a sham,
one day it looks as though it'll work OK then BAM:
feelings of failure, another day to get things wrong
surely this can't be my life day in day out, for I'm strong.
yesterday is over but the silhouettes keep coming back
they make life so distorted, I end up on the wrong track
of love and of life: I'm just an unfortunate mess
but all I can keep on doing is trying my very best.
The years will close in on me as time calls on heartfelt goodbyes;
all I need to do is keep soul searching and silencing my cries.