
Desperate TimesDepressing sighs and pain, what joy,Desperate Times by ~Rooster5man
Sarcastic remarks to fuel the ploy,
The echoing songs fighting to the death,
Each with a rhythm that takes away your breath,
The confusion, the twisting and pulling at the brain,
When your heart dies, what's left but to go insane,
Hallucinations of the past love and what's left to grasp,
But nothing compares to what you've once had,
Oh, the irony when "forever" was just a word,
And the words we string up make us sound absurd,
Regrettable actions and messages conveyed,
When your heart and your brain agree they've paid,
Oh, yes, they've paid the toll, yet were denied,
Rejected from paradise