Waking up, I always try to find

Reasons to believe my world is kind;

Wishing this new day will let me be

All that I could hope for just for me.

Resting on the bed of nails I've made;

Restless resolution on parade,

Caring for a brood of careless souls

Eats away my heart, as it grows cold.

Washing off the dreams of yesterday,

Cleansing all the wounds sustained

From knowing that no dreams remained

Because the tide of truth already

Washed those dreams away.

I hold my breath for moments lost.

I sell my soul and know the cost

Of being just a casualty

Of fate's true cruel reality;

And never find my moment in the sun.

Yeah, I keep fighting battles

For a war that's never won.

The teasing torture of happiness

Which gives me all and leaves me less,

Disheartens every time I try to feel

Love is something more than nothing real.