What is a word for sorrow, that joy cannot erase?
What is the look of sadness, one sees upon a face?
There's such a thing as lonesome, that eyes can never show,
There's another word for empty, what it is, I do not know.
If I knew it, I would tell you, you'd be the first to hear...
If I knew the words to mend your heartache, I'd yell them in your ear!
I feel I cannot stem your tears,
or to fill your heart with glee,
If I knew what constituted happiness,
It would cure your ills, as well as me.
I carry the weight, the feeling of gloom;
In my suffering mind, i 'n my tortured head...
Wondering if I'd be better off, six feet below and dead.
The words I want to hear, I'll never hear from you-
What I want to hear, can only come from me,
The words do not exist, they're burred in the void,
Only I can break the seal, Only i can set me free.
What is the look of sadness, one sees upon a face?
There's such a thing as lonesome, that eyes can never show,
There's another word for empty, what it is, I do not know.
If I knew it, I would tell you, you'd be the first to hear...
If I knew the words to mend your heartache, I'd yell them in your ear!
I feel I cannot stem your tears,
or to fill your heart with glee,
If I knew what constituted happiness,
It would cure your ills, as well as me.
I carry the weight, the feeling of gloom;
In my suffering mind, i 'n my tortured head...
Wondering if I'd be better off, six feet below and dead.
The words I want to hear, I'll never hear from you-
What I want to hear, can only come from me,
The words do not exist, they're burred in the void,
Only I can break the seal, Only i can set me free.