they say sad could be a drug but that's a lie it's happiness people try to find to try and get high trying to find bliss amidst the grey drinking in hits stems twist and sway the dark, cold morning of May where i that's when i didn't want to stay alive not anymore, no there, began the end of my show shoes slapping the ground. head low sky was clouded, so i couldn't look up for fear i'd get a raindrop in my eye for fear the crow would see me cry for fear i would be exposed to a foe so head down, breath held, i go
yeah, life has a knack of ripping away all you've got tearing you apart thread by thread seam to seam this is far more than a crushed dream this is heartbreak this is loss this is the will to live, gone the loss of a home