My Friend, Sadness
My Friend, Sadness
I don’t like being happy all the time
Because then you never know what you got
I like to think positive and stay ahead
Yet sometimes I just want to lay in the bed
I write to you know to let you know
I didn’t ask for this life, yet its still a go
Not gonna give up, I will continue to try
To make being happy, make me happy, not cry
Is this happy I ask you to say?
Nothing is fine and dandy any day
Sadness is my friend and I know him well
I miss him at times and he brings me down to hell
So what is the problem I ask you tonight
I write to tell you I guess ill be alright
Or maybe ill dir in my sleep, hell who knows
Only God can answer that, for he is the one who chose
When I will be happy, when i will be sad
When i will die, when I will be glad
Sadness is my friend, and I live him dear
He reminds me of my every fear
Copyright © William Curlee | Year Posted 2015
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