Here

Trembling again as an act of despair
I bless the day this will over

Screaming in silence to the notes of oblivion
Thoughts and past echoes, here,
Dear friends

I wonder if joy is just an illusion
a trick for the mind to postpone the inevitable

I tried to let go but I don't have the strength
I tried to keep going but I hate what's ahead

I fought for so long but the bombs keep me awake
Here's a new day to make another mistake