Between Joy And Sorrow
I stopped talking when I lost you, I’m caught between joy & sorrow, like Pierrot the clown who’s medication took the best of him and life sliced off the rest, I witness life but I do not live it, and as the people run in panic, I walk, and as they talk of a pending war on the West I kiss goodbye the need to ever speak again, so here I am caught between joy and sorrow knowing there is no tomorrow without you
