The art of longing without loss, to welcome night just 
like the day. I close my eyes the one last time, and hope 
it all will go away. And there is nothing I can do, but 
wait and count the tears that fall, don't try to fake 
what you don't feel, I've lost again, I've tried it all. 
So afraid to ask for help, and still too weak to be 
alone. In my dreams at night I ask; how may an angel 
break my heart? Now my pretense has been disclosed, I try 
to hide when daylight fade, my heart is way too easy 
catch, my soul is such an easy trade. And if you see the 
misery, my eyes reflects the dying hope, to turn the time 
before all ends, to get my hands on the last rope. I 
wasted days I wasted nights, I fall asleep I wish I never 
had woke up. To end these neverending fights, I fall 
asleep at night and never more wake up. In the shadow of 
the darkness - I would give my life to see the other 
side. Bitterness silenced these emotions. I rise above 
the ones who tried to keep me down.