Always, in secret,
Always, in the dark knowing of my mind,
I long for the pain and the sorrow.
Sick, sick, sick,
Twisted and I berate myself,
But no matter how much I loathe,
I long for the pain and the sorrow.

The tears fall slowly,
And I wish for a cause.
The anger comes quickly,
Helps break my fall.

Always, to myself,
And always, I know it to be true,
I can never be happy whilst shadows remain.
I try, try, try,
To expell the darkness from my heart,
Cleanse and heal my wounded soul,
I can never be happy whilst shadows remain.

The tears fall slowly,
And I wish for a cause.
The anger comes quickly,
Helps break my fall.