The Mind of a Sad Man

Welcome to the mind of the sad man The one that many would call the mad man I'm trying my best to not fold despite having a bad hand Welcome to the mind of a sad man I'm on a long journey where there isn't a short route Some things I say aren't thought out, because I'm in a rush to get those thoughts out New scars showing while I'm still dealing with old scars that haven't healed yet But this glass of brandy helps me to feel less I'm smiling as my heart bleeds I don't talk much but my scars speak My eyes tell a story that my words don't The kind of pain that my art needs As I sit next to an empty brandy bottle but my glass is full Trapped inside my mind, hoping I can find a way to get past these walls Trying to figure out how do I explain depression to someone who hasn't had it? I'm swimming for a light before I drown in my sadness You've entered the mind of a sad man The type that most people would call the mad man I'm just trying to find a way to win while dealing with a bad hand This is the mind of a sad man