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