Verse 1
I wake before the morning light,
not because I want to... I just can't sleep.
Bills on the table, silence in the room,
promises life could never keep.
Two hundred francs... that's all I've got
to make it through another month.
I count every coin with shaking hands,
trying to make the numbers work.
Bad luck doesn't knock anymore.
It already knows where I live.
Pre-Chorus
People say, "Just hold on.
Better days will come."
I've held on for so many years...
those words don't reach me anymore.
Chorus
I'm soft on the inside,
but outside I'm made of stone.
Not because that's who I wanted to be...
it's who I had to become.
Tomorrow will be like today,
and today feels just like yesterday.
Still I get up...
because I don't know any other way.
Verse 2
I called them friends.
I would've stood beside them through anything.
Now they're only names in old memories,
shadows fading with the years.
The distance grew without a sound.
No fight... no goodbye.
One day I looked around
and realized I was standing there alone.
I don't chase people anymore.
Not because I stopped caring...
because I finally learned
you can't hold on to someone
who already let go.
Bridge
I don't drown in self-pity.
There are people carrying heavier burdens than mine.
I know that...
and I never forget it.
But sorrow still wraps around me
like the arms of a thousand friends.
Sometimes pain is the only thing
that never leaves.
And every little moment of joy...
I hold on to it with everything I have,
like the strongest chain
keeping me from falling apart.
Final Chorus
There's two hundred francs left.
A tired soul.
A heart that's still beating
through every defeat.
I'm still the sensitive man
the world never got to know.
I just buried that part of me
behind a face as hard as stone.
Maybe an ordinary life
was never written for me.
I've stopped asking why.
The only prayer I have left
is for the people I love
to find healing...
As for me...
I'll get up tomorrow.
Even if tomorrow
looks just like today...
And today
looks just like yesterday.
