Sad because you don't know why
Sad because I made a black painting
Sad because I thought about cutting off my ear
Sad because no one is here to put their arms around me
Sad because my will is incomplete and I don't have a phone number handy
Sad because the bed that is usually on fire is shadowed by the pretend music

Sad because she knows
Sad because she is so mighty
Sad because she is so beautiful
Sad because she is so right
Sad because she is so tremendous
Sad because she is not here
Sad because she is not mine

Sad because a candle burns alone
Sad because I smell of smoke
Sad because I've been sold
Sad because my property went
Sad because


© 2000 David Greg Harth
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