I don't believe that the rain has gone though the sky has all turned blue.
I don't know where my heart went wrong when it comes that I think of you.

And it goes beyond the dullness of the day.
It sneaks between the futile words I say.
Underlines the stupid games we always play.
Smears a bright clean morning dull and grey.

I don't think that the pain is gone when the wound has long since healed.
I don't know of a word so strong that it tells of the way I feel.

And the darkness of my mind that never sleeps.
It mutilates the wisdom and the peace.
Brings out the worst I have in me at least.
It lurks about the deep like liquid grief.

I can't say if there will come a day when the beast will abandon me.
I'm not even sure that I might endure at the mysteries of being free.

So I sneak about the shackles on my heart.
Curse them and hope they never come apart.
As the dismal day rises and embarks.
It makes sure I always end up where I start.