• pseudo_poet 10w

    Sadness Strikes

    My thoughts keep sauntering in melancholy
    The bruises in my heart keep hurting a lot
    I can lie to you, I can lie to me.
    I can't lie to my heart, it totally won't listen
    Gloomy times are back, so is my rebel
    I shall not ease off until I have attained,
    I need you to win, I need me to win
    I want to go back to that place where I was
    The place of glory, and there ends my story.