Sadness is masochism
Sadness is sadism
Sadness itself
Isn’t inspiration
Triumphing over sadness
Isn’t manic or madness
The last bastion of empathic compassion
Is that which triumphs over sadness
Haven’t you felt the ship smash, the waves clash, crash, alas
You haven’t lived until you’ve fallen ass backwards off the mast
You haven’t lived until every moment’s lived like it’s the last
And then sadness is momentum to tackle the next gasp
Life is masochism
Life is sadism
Can’t exist without hurt and hurting
Ride the sadist waves with style
Add a laugh to your cry, add a tear to your smile
It’s all just a game you forgot you were playing
Life itself
Is inspiration
Don’t let the sadness pull you under too deep
The current has a way of playing for keeps
As long as there’s waves they’re reminding you to
Keep riding them
So they’re not riding you