one doesn't have a song because it is too hard to sing when inside your moaning.

...see there are the things i want to say in order to relieve this stress
there are the things i wont say to make you happy
there are the things i will say because that's just how i feel
and there are the things i do say and make you mad
there are the tears i cry; for you; because of you
there are the smiles i form as a shield to hide the pain
but now, there is the sudden emotion of lost hope that's just cant seem to hide anymore.
there is the constant doubt that clouds the mind
and there is the constant hope that clouds the heart
even after the war , I'm still fighting.
then you were my enemy... now, i am my own enemy.