The Left Behinds

This sadness is maddening
As I'm soon to beatings
This life is too depressed
Like my heart, you're bleeding

Why here, why now?
Prickled to broken bones
It's here, I vow
To love you still alone

This music is lyrical
As we sit hysterical
These, our mournings
Good evening, sad mornings

Just maybe this once and only
Is the right time to cry
Just this time, it's okay
Be filled with "soon to be alrights"