My mind is slipping away, thinking through the day.
Can’t even sleep; my thoughts are too deep.
Bad thoughts in my head as I lay in bed.
Can’t think right; they play in my head on sight.
As I walk alone, to be on God’s throne.
If we were to have at least one chance.
We could look at the world from a glance.
But I shall feel no more, just be a bore.
They took the love I had; I guess it was just a fad.
So, I’ll be ok with being sad, as long as it makes you glad.
I rather be alone from now on.
Then, get the blues from someone who is not true.
