Without a Cause

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.