Never dreamed my days would be filled with sad songs,

Couldn’t find bliss to spark my life,

Never dreamed I would stay at home writing empty poetry,

Never thought I would be that type,

Wish I could hold on to someone,

Wish I didn’t have to search the skies,

Thought my angel would be waiting for me,

But no shape had covered my eyes.

Just keep playing those sad songs,

Just keep singing the words.

Never thought my portrait would be unfinished,

The canvas blank and clean,

Never dreamed my photos would be worthless,

Untouched without a scene,

Wishing the hero’s from the stories would ride and take me away,

Wish my books weren’t page less,

Couldn’t find a character to play.

But just keep playing those sad songs,

Just keep singing the words.