To ease the pain you feel you can do it, you get up every day and you brush aside the thoughts that destiny is miles away
Fate lets you hold on to ground, hoping that today might be different and it isn’t
So every night you go to bed, dejected, and you think
What’s the point of all of this and yet again you are tricked by another dream
And the dream shows you a dream of a life with things, a better way of life
Not just some morals and you hope and you fall sick with the hope
Dreaming that another day, another morning might be different from today.