What's left for me, for us?

What's left for me, for us? What's left of me, of us? I'm in the trenches, without War The books are open but I'm staring at the floor My hands are knotted and fingers struggle to soar Lift me up like im an angel so I can have more I'm falling but ropes keep me chained to heaven I was born, Wanting more I've heard your story I've felt this before I've listened to a song I've sung along I know what you are I've sung to glasses half empty Watched every moment fleeting I smiled at the dark Laughed at all my feelings I've gripped the poison capsule I've touched the faces they wear