Sad

Sad
What a way to be
What a hidden disease
To seize
those happy days away

Sad
What a way to feel
What a way to congeal
My insides
In a ball

There's no problem solved
Only wrong and more wrong
For all the right reasons

Words
Words can fuck you for real
Words can conceal
What actions reveal
And the face can't fake

Words
Are dancers in the wind
Are sounds you dont take in
When the one you love speaks

There's no problem solved
And everything is wrong
But neither is a-ny-one

We're all for each other
Like sister and brother
We sit and eat shit

Truth
Truth's the one to blame
Truth's a hooker to defame
Wear out
and throw away

Truth
Truth will make you a god
Truth will break your bonds
You know
you're better off alone

There's no problem solved
Just intentions gone wrong
So fuck it

Our dream can't be real
If you always interfere
So there you are

Sad sad sad sad