Pagliacci

Another day, another sunrise, another sunset
Another tale, another beginning, another end
Another night, another sleep, another dream
Another fight, another bruise, another cut

It’s always the same

And for every fear I liberated
And for every brawl I endured
And for every mistake I owned
And for every pill I swallowed

It’s all the same

It’s all in vain

And here I go again, doing what I do best.

But the spark is fading,
And the flame’s withering.