Sadness and I

Suddenly Sadness comes knocking
on my bedroom door.
I don't wanna let her in,
but after a while I come out
and I take her for a ride.

I try to tell her I'm alright.
Try to convince her that I'm fine.
Try to show her I got control over my life.

Somehow I just give up.
As I come to realize
how much I need her being 'round
and how dependant she has me now.

Tired of making efforts on letting go,
I redo the bold.
I hold her hand
and we leave together
passing everybody by.

Sadness and I,
2 of a kind.