The war inside of me
The war which never takes a break
Which never stops
Which never lets me take a rest
Which makes me breathe for breath

It puts my heart in my throat and I'm searching for anything to hold onto
Sadly find myself searching for a grip

The war drags me down and it seems like I'm not strong enough take this anymore
I'm trying, but am I too weak?

My fight is ended, I gave up
Laying on the bottom in a desperate and last try to get to the top
But the war is too strong and my power is too weak

I fall, fall, fall and with one wish: to be able to smile again
But with the war in my soul it becomes a dream which crashes right in front of my eyes
And it will never appear again

The war never lets me go, never...
Or is it just me who can't live without it?
(Or is it me who can't let go?)

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