dancing the pain alone

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by jhadconnor

by jhadconnor

sadness was such a good friend–
she knows me when i'm blue,
or when i couldn't think straight.

she knows the days when i'm stucked on my bed,
as my head was placed underwater,
being filled by water rushing in.

they told me that life is a downhill high road–
you can live all alone or with companions,
but i'm stuck driving there in circles.

i'm broke at the corner,
struggling to get nearer,
to everyone close to me.

what am i fearing,
if there's nothing to fear with–
but i'm scared after all.

i fake it with a smile,
but i know that i am not alone,
cause we're dancing the pain alone.

the music stops and slowly dies,
blurred lines and blinding lights–
we're dancing the pain alone