Sad Side

It's not pain and hurt you see When you choose to look on me. It's not my tortured soul, Nor wounded pride. No, my friend, it's just my sad side. It's not frustration that you see When you breathe a prayer for me. It's not fruitless hope, Nor my spirit trying to hide. No, once again, it's just my sad side. It's not the devil that you see When you have your fear of me. It's not some great evil I possess, Nor some demon that in me abides. No, but now you've seen my bad side.