Dark Days

Do dark days make you sad?
Do they make you cry?
Long for what you had
for days gone by.

And do dark days make you mad?
Mad at me?
So in every dream I have,
you're mad at me.

You let me know that you wished that I
had never been born.
And with the strength left in your hands
I am torn apart at the seams
Somehow it's my fault you have no dreams.

Do dark days make you sad?
They make you cry
You long for who you were
way before my time

When there's no talking to you
When you won't let me through
I don't know even what I'm sorry for
there's nothing that I can do
When I'm torn apart at the seams
Just torn apart at the seams.

Somehow it's my fault you have no dreams.
Somehow it's my fault you have no dreams.
Somehow it's my fault you have no dreams.

Dark days make you sad?
Do dark days make you cry?
Long for who you were way before my time
and mad at me; you're mad at me.