Sad Things -

Well you said that

Unfortunately over

Losing grip

I am hopeless

Went into the darkness

This ain’t real

Then the sad things gone

Won’t be long

And wait for a fall

Open mind and lost

Selfcontrol

I hate

Being sole

Come to visit

Myself at a mirror

That’s not me

Call me nonsense

You’re awfully honest

This ain’t real

Then the sad things gone

Won’t be long

And wait for a fall

Open mind and lost

Selfcontrol

I hate

Being sole

Down, down, down, down through

I hate being sole

Close, close, close to you

I hate being sole