Skies Are Blue

Everything's sad,
and nothing's all that bad.
I'll have sad dreams when I'm smiling.
Rome is dying,
the world is crying.
I'll have to beg to find you now.
You're a shroud I can't discover;
A mind I can't recover.
Everything's bad,
and everything's bad.
But the words made sense
onceuponabind.
But now they barely rhyme.
Everything's sad,
and nothing's not so bad.
And the world is crying,
and your Rome is dying.
You'll have to find yourself,
lest you beg in your sleep,
Skies are blue.