• My Kind Of Sadness


    One cold morning I found myself alone in my bed,
    Slowly I lift myself up and wipe the tears from my head.
    As I sit up I see you in the corner of my eye,
    The look you just shot me makes me want to die.
    There are days when I'd rather be left alone,
    But there you are, standing here in my home.
    The presence of your existence leaves an afterglow,
    Even when your black heart has taken its toll.
    Please tell me why we let it come to this,
    There are too many excuses to ever list.
    It seems like I knew that the end was coming,
    Lacking common sense I kept on running.
    Running from the truth and from our great disaster,
    Our love was filled quick, but drained much faster.
    All of this fighting and hurt has made me a mess,
    Yet still I enjoy this kind of sadness.