I've lost wonderful days,
Trying to keep up the pace.
I couldn't look into my eyes,
Imagining the blue skies.
I've spent time for you,
Whilst looking for the clue.
Seeking for it so deep,
Making secrets I'd better keep.

Pain of dayliness.
Overly quotidian,
To feel its enormity.
I don't want it here,
'cause it leaves me wounded.
Yet I hear whispers
Behind every corner,
At every step.
They remind me of it.
When I think of
who gives me happines, mostly.
I do it constantly.
And that's what hurts,
what hurts mostly.