Sadness, what is it with this feeling?
It's not helpful, it's corrupting...
And yet, from time to time, feels somewhat good
Good, for whom? For the person who's sad
or the one who was once, alive ?
It's there, don't deny...
Open the closed door of so called meaning
with the so often used key of self pity
It seems like you no longer love yourself
You let strange feelings in so easily
What is it you have with sadness?
And if you let it in anyway, at least do it happily
