Each Day

The life in me is dwindling

The shame in me is swindling

The happiness from each day

Taking the very words I want to say

Life is a list of hopes and dreams

More and more it always seems

That those things are out of reach

As this shame begins to leach

The very light inside of me

The hope that tries to make me free

So why try to wage this unending fight

When every morning only turns to night

To fight that's a funny phrase

I don't feel like a fighter on my best of days

But I will fight this awful shame

I will win this unjust game

I will prevail, I will succeed

For I have all that I will ever need

But still the shame persists

Like a drug that I can't resist

I beat myself until I'm blue

I am everyone and I am you