Mourning

Why on Earth have you brought me here
Out of it all
The entire
How we not to sit and wallow
So it’ll never be the way
You envision now
The torment is real as a diamond
The sparkle of which you’re gonna follow

For all to see, to see
Everyone tar and feathered
Not everything is Hieronymus Bosch
I don’t know maybe it is

Enlightened
The care taken
It’s plain to see
Sailing through the fog
For centuries

Time spent wondering who’s to say what’s good
Mourning the loss of what you never had

Are we sure this makes sense
Brandishing torment
Something about lost control

Mourning day or all night

Can’t do what you used to
Can’t be that person anymore
What wrong turn brought me here

This is where I should be
That is what you’re saying
Learning to be okay

Never
Control
Your loss
Suit yourself
Or whoever
You lost
Game over
No winner
Just loss
Forever