Ten minutes into overtime

when you lay your head to rest tonight do you feel you´ve achieved what you wanted from life or is there still something more worth the struggle and strife do you hunger for darkness or reach for the light prepared for the combat with a sword and a knife are you worried that the words that you say come out right or that you burst into tears without knowing why did you surrender without picking a fight god only knows that you seriously tried to patch things together before you died in the shockwaves of two different worlds that collide when she wanted you to throw all your feelings aside and a black, little cloud ate your heart and your mind