Sadness I have been Sad I shall be Sadness is a sad thing But being sad is the real sting Me writing to you Im sad, you know its true I wish I was dead I regret what I said Please forgive me And let my soul be of the troubles i have been The End
I've come to talk to you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence
Life is just endless regrets, false hope and will eventually end until that changes i will perch here in my tree
