Where's the word for the sadness

Where's the poetry in the pain

Where's the color in the stain where the tears have fallen

It's gone, it's just gone



Where's the method to this madness

As we create this suffering

And we do each other in and we still hold on

But it's gone, it's just gone



(*) He says it's gone

And he can't go on a living a memory

Mulling it over endlessly

Why is that so hard for me to see

He says it's gone

And he can't go on trying to live a lie

And when he cries, I know it's over

But I may never know why



There's no face in the locket

There's no place for the past

I'll put it back in my pocket

It was never meant to last

It's just gone



Repeat (*)



There's no word for the sadness

There's no poetry in the pain

There's no color in the stain where the tears have fallen

It's gone, it's just gone



It's gone, it's just gone

Well, it's gone


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