Im not sad

I just really like his song writing.

Poor little rose, beaten by the rain
In the wind, in the gale, thunder and the hail 
Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane 
Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel
'Specially now it added up through the years 

And I, I taught myself how to grow 
Without any love and there was poison in the rain 
I taught myself how to grow 
Til I was crooked on the outside, inside's broke
I taught myself how to grow old

Most of the times I got nothing to say 
When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway 
I know I'm probably better off this way 
I just listen to the voices on the TV 'til I'm tired 
My eyes grow heavy and I fade away 

'Cause I, I taught myself how to grow 
Without any love and there was poison in the rain 
I taught myself how to grow 
Though I was crooked on the outside 

I taught myself how to grow 
Without any love and there was poison in the rain 
I taught myself how to grow 
'Til I was crooked on the outside, inside's caved

Crooked on the outside, inside's caved 
Crooked on the outside, inside is caved 
I taught myself how to grow old