I Treasure The Sadness

She said pucker up and take it like a man

when the shit hits the fucking fan

caught in a public display

where all your sins are foully portrayed

Pucker up and take it like a man...

I see the demons gleam

in all my dreams

I feel the pain...

I take the highroad again...

If you take a long hard look at my soul

you will be so alarmed

and if I told you how I really feel

you would leave...

cause suddenly it's clear

I can only improve if you make me feel

I can only promise you that it won't be allright

pre pain and pro delight

and hindsight makes me sad

B.A.D. - yeah, bad...

all the grief that I've assembled herein

memories of past tense and previous sins..

...is pouring fuel into the fire of the heart of the

soul

you are pouring fuel into the fire of the heart of the

soul

I treasure the sadness;

the only friend in a world of foes

and I remain alone

reaching an all time low...

All the times I didn't, replaced by what I won't

all the nights "alone" and all the shit I don't

whenever there's a reason, whenever there's a cure

I know we'll grow apart, I've seen this shit happen

several times before

I still loath the hypothesis of tomorrow

and I fear the comedies of the past

aiming for superficiality tonight

tediously entertained by a shallow cast

I remain alone...