Michael Barnes: music
Stages of a Broken Heart
Much like the stages of death
Denial, isolation are the first to rear their ugly heads
Confined in your space and you can't believe
That this is the way it's going to be
All of this
For nothing
None of this
Is working
All you did
Was hurt yourself
Masochism comes in all sizes
Anger sets in steadily
You feel it more the harder you breathe
Try to place it on the other
But it's not always what it seems
Bargaining your way on through
You hope the others still like you
Or maybe they never even did
Which brings us to the next event
Depression crawls inside your head
Plotting misery dangerously
And then it's all okay
You accept the fucking pain
All of this
For nothing
None of this
Is working
All you did
Was hurt yourself
Masochism comes in all sizes
Come on everyone, let's dance to our misery
Come on everyone, let's dance to our misery
Come on everyone, let's dance to our misery
That we've brought unto ourselves
All of this
For nothing
None of this
Is working
All you did
Was hurt yourself
Masochism comes in all sizes
All you did
Was hurt yourself