Where's the word for the sadness

Where's the poetry in the pain

Where's the color in the stain where the tears have fallen

It's gone, it's just gone

Where's the method to this madness

As we create this suffering

And we do each other in and we still hold on

But it's gone, it's just gone

He says it's gone

And he can't go on a living a memory

Mulling it over endlessly

Why is that so hard for me to see

He says it's gone

And he can't go on trying to live a lie


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