Another poem,
another line,
again she goes on pretending she's fine.
Another hour,
another day,
wishing these feelings would go away.
Another heart break,
another tear,
another excuse she can't stand to hear.
Another paper,
another pen,
hoping this won't happen again.
Another story,
his stupid lies,
another night that she will cry.
Another forced smile,
another song;
another days past slowly gone. I do you mean "day" here??