Here we go again
A year went in vain
a walk of shame
will the next be the same?
Every time I saw a tiny hope shimmering
It flew away along with the spring
left without a good note
Just when I was about to unlace the knot
and I'm not allowed to wallow
as if this is not breaking my world
crumbling the already fragile structure
well the next is different though
hold on to that thought
