The pain of a heart filled with sorrow
Scars get mixed with the constant rain
Widening fissures in that road, so narrow
Can temporarily be drowned, yet remain
Blue sentiments buried underneath the sand
Of warm smiles that so well conceal
Munich import by the sound of the band
Very early at dawn, time for cereal
Constant changes revealing more of the same
Confusion spins memory of the same
Soft piano riffs, looping, set the tone
Different tempos always ending alone
The tender years of infancy through adulthood
The reasoning for it was never understood
Is there even any sense in trying?
Might as well continue living just for dying
The duty remains, so we might as well pretend
