That song of hope br it fills my soul br i can see clear for the next br day or two br br It comes back gradually br sometimes i don't even br know it's there br It creeps back into my brain, br my body br br The next few days are hell br waking up in the early morning br only to want to fall back asleep br Looking in the mirror br and only wanting to die br br Soon the feeling of self hatred br takes over and i flirt br with the idea of scuicide br But nobody can know this secret i hide br br Soon i'll feel okay br but only for a little while br because the cycle as i know br it will start over again.