I know why the sad man weeps
why a secret's the company the lonely man keeps
When this suffering in life seems only to heap
and a temporary high is the field we reap
Praying tonight for one last eternal sleep
taking the knife from the last thing i'll ever eat
Searching for alternatives but there's nothing i can see
they tell me not to, but i just can't get free
Waiting for it to end, why won't the blackness take me
i... i lost the knife, but i've found a pool beneath me
Sitting in my blood creating a picture so sweet
tears mingling with lonelyness, both sitting on my cheek
I laugh a sigh, just a gurgle in the concrete
there's no one here, no friends to save me
This secret that holds the lonely man on his knees
and you ask me how do you know what that man sees
I just laugh at you, and rise from my knees
i am the sad man, and this secret is mine to keep

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