Happy Is Gone

Stuck on what could have been;
listening to the voices in my head
whispering my to be happy is gone.

Turning and tossing, no, tossing and turning
all alone in my queen size bed;
there's barely enough room for the dog.

I dream about the past, the mistakes I made.
The decisions I regret, and the man not taken.
If all I need is love then I have nothing at all.

Sad songs playing on my ipod;
I listen for an answer, some way to cure me
from this depression i am in.

I can't shake the sadness, I can't get it right.
If I write it all down and burn it
will I be purged of these bad thoughts that
keep shouting my happy is gone?

I wonder about him. And I dream about him.
My latest obsession, so I can avoid
the fact I'm alone with no one to hold.
If all I need is faith then I have nothing left at all.