Past Sadness
Here I sit, wrists steadily bleeding
My happiness I see quickly fleeting
I think about the pain
My friends have shunned me
They think me insane
The world is quickly spinning like a top
What must I do to make this stop
Sitting here in my chair I’ve thought
Is this whole thing my fault
Is this all because of my sinning
Is that why my world keeps spinning
Why must I feel this way
Will I feel better on a new day
For some reason I think not my friend
It seems as though this is the end
All I see is black everywhere
Black in th3e sea and black in the air
Black in every thing that once was pretty
These hopeless feelings are such a pity
All I see is a tunnel of bad
And my inside all beat up and sad
I want to believe my happiness I shall fend
But I feel this is the end
Copyright © Jonathan Redman | Year Posted 2007
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