THE END OF THE DAY.

And once again I’m on the street

Walking with someone else’s damn feet

And so it goes well so they say

But this is me always at the end of the day.

The haunted look of not being home

Being in a place where all hope has gone

The rise and fall and stands the grey

One more time once again at the end of the day.

At the end of the day it’s me

No pretending just me

At the end of the day I see…

Nobody.

Life is so short life is so still

We’re so long dead but there’s time to kill

I’m over you well so I say

Who am I convincing at the end of the day.

At the end of the day I laugh

What is it that I have

At the end of the day no love

So I laugh.