another useless day
another useless word flows through my mind
another broken heart
another tell-tale story left to find

nothing else seems to matter
and something is so small
no one ever seems to wonder
then nothing's left at all

a de-ja-vu of hope
after a weary walk through blackened skies
another tale of death
a masquerade of reapers in her eyes

and nothing seems to matter
and one life is so small
nobody seems to wonder
then no one's left at all