Waking up to find another day. The moon got lost again last night.
But now the sun has finally had it's say. I guess I feel alright.
But it hurts when I think. When I let it sink in, it's all over me.
I'm lying here in the dark. I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot.
Alone, trapped by my own heart, my own mind and my own decisions, within a labyrinth of regrets, hope and sorrow,
searching for a guiding light to bring me out of this misery.