Feelings of grief,
feelings of sorrow,
emptiness inside,
empty and hollow,
and no joy around to beg,
steal or borrow,
and only darkness to give,
the darkness in which you live,
and that you cannot get rid of,
and that eats away at you and that clouds your heart,
and that makes you wish,
not to wake up again on the morrow.
Yes, feelings of grief,
feelings of sorrow, and emptiness inside,
emptiness and hollowness,
and no joy around to beg, steal or borrow,
but misery aplenty and tears like rain,
and never-ending pain, never-ending pain,
and heartache and complaints,
far too many to mention,
and such great bitterness in an angry refrain,
oh, the grief and the sorrow,
unfortunately lingering for far too long after a heartbreak,
and damaging the mind,
with such thoughts that pierce the heart,
with memories of vicious linguistic barbs,
that slice at you and that rip you apart.
Yes, oh, those terrible memories of lost love,
and of losing love,
that the mind repeats again and again,
and from midnight to midnight,
there is such pain,
such mental anguish and torment every second,
every minute,
every hour,
every day,
every week,
every month,
memories of lost love, a damaging lament,
and a terrible suffering that never seems to end,
And as the memories of lost love linger,
like such unwelcome guests,
Unwelcome guests that leave your heart on the floor,
forever more, forever more,
And that leave you in the back of your mind,
forever depressed.