Each day the sun rose
And on the same day it did set
My memories grow old
But these memories I shall not forget
To have a foot in purgatory
But the other in heaven
I don’t want to give up
But I must give up in order to win
Each day the sun rose
And I hoped the day would be different
And on the same day it did set
But nothing was at all different
To battle with emotions
To stay or to leave
I don’t want to give up
But my sadness must be relieved
Each day is always the same
Each night it doesn’t get better
I’m persecuted for actions
In which I have partaken in never
To put up with this affliction
To hide my sorrow under a sleeve
I really wanted to stay
But I think I might have to leave
"Sometimes no matter how hard you try, things just won’t work out. Some problems can only be fixed by the person who has them." –Monica Renata