Same Old Day

We live a little, then we die Forever and completely Plain truth is beaten with a lie The saving lie speaks neatly Divides a body from a soul The afterlife we get to run Is meant for dates in other world Must be a sheer fun In desperation we believe In childlike trash like this And consolation we receive Don’t worth a single kiss I suffer from a wound unhealed No time can take away The utter pain I have to feel Cause it’s the same old day It tells the story of a loss My memory retrieves The morning hour with its gloss The evening with its grief.