The Girl with the Sad Eyes

Pain is the measure
That keeps us growing
Such powerful incentive
To quicken the stride
Pain is the treasure
We’re trying to hide
Put it aside
Time is the essence
Forever fleeting
Fake reminiscence
To wither and fade
And the girl with the sad eyes is waiting in the corner
If death is a passage
Then what am I paying?
If death has a message
Do I speak its tongue?
Did I mock it?
Am I putting it on?
And the girl with the sad eyes is waiting in the corner
She has me measured…
She has me cornered…
She has me measured…
She has me cornered…