Sorrow But Not Sad
Is that grief upon my face, creeping at a steady pace? It's not sorrow, but Im watching myself break. I'm not crazy, but I'm mad. They say life moves all too fast. So why is it that I'm stuck here in the past?
It's not sorrow, but I'm sad. I wish I could take it back, but Im stuck within this view of white and black. Im not sad, but Im in pain. Then the sorrow strikes again, and I watch my words get washed up by the rain.
It's not happines or joy. I've watched both them destroyed. I gave them up to hear your voice, like I had much of a choice. I took a shot and barely missed. Then did it all over again. No, I'm not sad but things are looking pretty grim. Here's the gist, I'm not angry but, I'm pissed. I've spent all my life convinced that if we took to time to sit, to talk it out, to reminisce. Then we'd be tighter than a fist, but at last I must admit. I would've never thought that it would come to this.
There's no rain but there's a storm, and a thousand twisters form. But it's okay cause you don't stay here anymore.
I'm alright but since you left, my whole life's become a mess. Now the only thing that's yet to leave is all of my regrets.
It's not sorrow, but Im sad. I wish I could take it back, but Im stuck within this view of white and black.
Im not sad, but I'm in pain. Then the sorrow strikes again, and I watch my words get washed up by the rain.
It's not pain, but I've been hurt. Cue the suicidal urge. I went insane, then went berserk. Now I'm six feet in the dirt. It was bad, I made it worse. I guess that's just how it works. I sparked the surge and now the gears have finally turned. Lesson learned. I went from sad to grief, no in between. Became my own worst enemy. Im not asking for sympathy. Im asking you to live for me. Cause after all this misery Im witnessing, Im sure that this is it for me. Cause rain is here to cleanse the streets.
Yes, it's sorrow. Yes, Im sad. There's no way to take it back. So I'm stuck within this view of white and black. Yes, Im sad and Im in pain. Cause, the sorrow struck again, and I watched my words get washed up by the rain.
There's grief upon my face, creeping at a steady pace. Thanks to sorrow, I've been watching myself break. I've gone crazy, I've gone mad, because life moves all to fast. Yes, Im livid. I'm still stuck here in the past