Life seems unfair. but I guess that's it.
Ways were parted, least hopes of reconcilation.
The nights were twists and turns
The days were masking and pretending.

Each day was counted, chocking in own tears
"This day by next month, will be lighter"
Hoping to smile again and laughing a little longer,
Repressing ones emotions into the abyss.

Consoling "This day by next month..."
"This day by next month..."
"This day by...