I should be allowed to brood
I have things to say
And not a soul to say them to
If this is what loneliness is
I pity the lonely people
The first night is the hardest
After that, it's a fading ache
That's what the intellectuals say
But why should I trust them?
After that, some stars awake
The dark is the hardest time, they say
I'll choose not to believe them
I'll believe this hole will stay
I'll believe this hole will stay
I look for a face
In the empty space filling my head
I will infiltrate
Those secret ideas and thoughts
Before I go to bed
I will let every sound replay
Every word repeat
Every movement stay
Every stab fade forgotten
I think now
I should be allowed to cry
I had things to say
Before the sad long short goodbye
If this is what sadness is
I pity the sad people
I think I am sad, now
I think I am sad
But if sadness is what love is
I pity the happy people