In the middle of the night
I'm still wide awake
Thinking about how to make it right
Hoping not to break.

Everything I do seems to be wrong,
And I don't know how to go on.
There is no power left to be strong,
Neither lingers the memory of the last fight I won.

What advice does one give
To mend a life completely rotten?
And how should one be able to live,
When long ago all pleasures were forgotten?

Maybe somebody is out there,
But who could that be?
Will I find someone brave enough to dare
Spending a stupid try on saving me?





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