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