The last time happiness shut its doors on me
I didnt realize it would be its last time
One chance if I had at the last goodbye
I d have made it worthwhile

I d always been a good story teller
or thats what I d always thought
When my life missed its plot
my pens and papers didnt help me out

Here they lay
tons of papers untouched
in all their antique glory
In happier times were they bought
when was it again? 1990?
Now they lay like me, dry and sad
not knowing the purpose of life, our skins sag

I make a decision to let go off sorrow
I have been telling myself "let me do it tomorrow"
How hard it is to let it go
what happens when you let it go
what if there s nothing new to hang on to
I lie down like a fetus clutching to my dear sorrow

"I want to let you go
There s nothing new in the horizon I know
The colors of rainbows belong to everyone else
this is why i think sorrow, you are my best"

"Make up your mind
pack up your bags
for if i wont let you go
happiness might not return again"

To sorrow, I give my last kiss
hoping for the arrival of new bliss
sorrow says it would miss me
I assure it i d write its story

The papers wake up at the noise of sorrow's footsteps
I make my coffee hot, informing them dear sorrow left
my papers are as hopeful as I am
to welcome what was to come next