desperation

Rainy Days
Wet days
Soaked in weeping
Wake up for the tasteless prudence
Try to deny
Try to deny
The nostalgia for what wasn't lived
In the dangerous hour
The missing what could have been

Suffocated
By a desperation taken as childish
Intoxicated
By renouncement's whispers
But I've tried
But I've tried
There's a poison
Which is spat when they say:
"That's life, now, forget the wide smiles!"
But I've tried
But I've tried

I try so hard
To persevere and ignore
The frightener voice of reason
Spoken by
The sad mouth
And full of gold which tries to bite
And inject a good sense
With a face of resignation

You gotta be strong
Otherwise
They will kill you
With the bitter subjection
They inject into you
You gotta be strong
Otherwise
They will kill you
With the bitter subjection
They inject into you