Every day I struggle with myself.
I'm a winner in this brutal fight,
But a loser here is me as well,
And my life became a living hell,
But I always say I am all right.
Why do people need to know this pain?
Everyone takes care of their own lives.
I just realized that once again
I was looking for support in vain,
Opening my back for further knives.
In the evening my exhausted smile
Quickly turns into heartbreaking tears.
I just make my head forget You while
My unruly fingers try to dial,
Even though I have too many fears.
There is no free space on my bookshelf.
But the answer is nowhere in sight.
I can't change like Cinderella after twelve.
Every day I struggle with myself.
Am I winner in this brutal fight?