Hazy Days
Hazy days spent finding myself
I'm the thirteenth guest at a party for twelve
I'm a fighter for a long lost cause
And nothing is how it once was
Hazy days spent fighting myself
But how can one defeat himself?
Friendly fire at your every move
But I fought the war and got the scars to prove
And outside - such a beautiful day
But can I face the streets today?
Locked in a prison inside of my head
Could I really be better off dead?
Rainy days inside a broken mind
Happiness's so hard to find
Despair kills the last of the hope
Day after day it's harder to cope
Empty days in search for intent
Praying that one day this quest will end
Stood at the edge, all faith is gone
But it's always darkest before the dawn
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