It`s not like I`ve never been here before
It`s notlike  I don`t remember the bitterness
the pain
the mourning
It`s just that I don`t know how to face it this time.

I`m old
too old to keep seeing the same happen again and again

And now, this tired soulhas to face again
the dawn of it`s worse days
How to be brave at this point, I wonder

Coming back here,
coming back to this grave
is not like taking a walk outside
or breathing some dirty air.
It`s more like having my lungs shrinking
giving me the time to realize how hard it is
and how harder it is going to get

This heart is exhausted,
that I can tell.