I'm not in the mood to write
But I'm afraid of what'll happen if I don't
You think it's all gonna be alright
You're sure it will but it won't
I'm tasting tears I have yet to cry
Wallowing in self-pity wishing I could die
Wait and see you'll soon learn
How it feels to endure this burn
I like to play games and laugh a lot
But I also like dwelling in Misery's Pot
I can't help how I feel when things get to me
Life's just too damned real but no-one can see
I think of ending it at least once a day
Especially when I remember how it felt to play
If people would ask this is what I'd say
Time to play the Sorrow Game come whatever may
I don't care to put down the words I'm thinking
But Sadness is a light that for me is always blinking
You probably can't see me for what I really am
Cuz you're too busy pretending that your life's not a sham
Take my hand please and I'll take you on a trip
Close your eyes and feel the flame as you take a sip
Can you understand me, I sure do doubt it
But sadness is a credit card, don't leave home without it
Take me to the zoo, or take me to the park
Bring me with you to your house becuz it's getting dark
Soon the Game of Sorrow will claim another soul
If you don't hold me back I'll lose all control
I guess when it comes down to it all we have is today
Cuz in this game that we call "LIFE"
Everyone's forced to play!
