sad songs

and the light you gave, you took away when you were gone, it's a war that can't be won, with fists or talk or money, and there's no escape, but i'd better stop complaining now, i guess because, too many sad words make a sad, sad song, too many sad words make a sad, sad song, and the night you came, you won me all and all, and the better part of everything, was born to run, and the price of fame, is that they love you when you're gone, but i better stop complaining now, it's useless because, too many sad words make a sad, sad song, too many sad words make a sad, sad song