i took a hiatus writing sad things because i thought that'd make me happy but now im writing sad things again in hopes that ill be sad of course i do not want to be sad id much rather be happy but sad people get it and happy people do not
when i started feeling happy people liked me less i guess my smile seemed condescending they were all going to counseling when i felt like i didnt need it its like we were trading places for a month i hated being around them because i always thought my happiness made them angry at me like it was more of them who hated being around me rather than me around them
so im choosing to be sad so that people will like me its ironic but its honest i mean it people smile more when im not smiling and if that doesnt say something well i dont know what does
Maybe some day we will dance Holding hands in disbelief As tears of joy flow from our eyes While the field of flowers will cheer in salute Maybe our eternity will come to an end And our day will come to begin . . . just maybe
Left by the road side of loves great dream, laying in the ashes and the dirt, looking for a glint of light, but the darkness surrounds me, like a snake waiting to strangle my soul, bleeding it out in the dead of night left for dead in the wake of your words allready building my funeral pyer its flames calling out my name, purged from this pain in this hour of need.
These tears must fall, rain onto my pillow, a lost sunset of a risen sun, holding onto memories, like they were a lifeless body, distant horizons, grey skies above, staring into its abyss, sleep will fall, the emptiness of dreams therein.
I saw a star who's name was liberty I saw a sun who's name was truth I found a soul who's name was love I found a life who's name was unknown In the darkest patchwork of night I found light.