"Tonight I can fight" By Chris
Pablo Neruda you inspired all these words.

I've been in this bed since morning
more alert but never learning
that everytime I breakdown
I should never let you see.
Remember when I fell down
you said never put your head down
that's been in every thought that I can ever dream
Since then I keep my eyes up
even after all the fuck ups
I won't let her see me cry
not till the day I die
when she reads me in her diary
remembers that one sad memory
I'll smile again tonight
just to lift her chin back up

They all say look up
never count your bad luck
but they can't feel these eyes that look back in the mirror
every time these fingers fall down they scream of all the let downs
In every single bar I'll look for her eyes
at the bottom of that glass or even in my lies
They all say it's half full
but how can I be thankful?