Another day, just another day?
will this ever come to an end?
Who will wash my tears away,
and wipe them with his hand?
Another day, another day to dwell,
admitting it is hard to say.
I'm crawling in my private hell,
just to make it to another day.
Another day to take another breath
and sink again into my dead dreams.
Another day to wait for silent death,
while room is filled with silent screams. ...