Another Night
All I see is bleakness. All that is left is The pitch black darkness, The soft blanket, The pillow pressed against my cheek, The humming of the fan, And another night to stare at the emptiness, to soak the pillow with tears... All I do is trying... Trying to be non-chalant, When all I feel is too much, too deep. Trying to be care free, When all I care is about everything but me. Trying to mend, When there was nothing broken. Trying to make it right, When I don't even know what's wrong. Trying to be strong, When all I wish is to crawl back to shell. Trying to hold on, When all I wish is to be held. Trying to cling to the remnants, When there was nothing to begin with. Trying to try hard When all I wish is to give up. And then again, All I do is try and try some more... And now, all that left is tiredness That tears the tender muscles; That sucks every ounce of my blood; That seeps deep into the bone; That fills the body with ache... I'm so tired... Tired of trying, Tired of ...