Outside of a dirge or two this song comes to mind. http://www.lyrics007.com/Gilbert%20O'Sullivan%20Lyrics/Alone%20Again%20 (Naturally)%20Lyrics.html Gilbert O'Sullivan - Alone Again (Naturally) In a little while from now, If I'm not feeling any less sour I promised myself to treat myself And visit a nearby tower, And climbing to the top, Will throw myself off In an effort to make it clear to who Ever what it's like when your shattered Left standing in the lurch, at a church Where people 're saying, "My God that's tough, she stood him up! No point in us remaining. May as well go home." As I did on my own, Alone again, naturally To think that only yesterday, I was cheerful, bright and gay, Looking forward to, but who wouldn't do, The role I was about to play But as if to knock me down, Reality came around And without so much as a mere touch, Cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt, All about God and His mercy For if He really does exist Why did He desert me In my hour of need? I truly am indeed, Alone again, naturally It seems to me that There are more hearts Broken in the world That can't be mended Left unattended What do we do? What do we do? (instrumental break) Now looking back over the years, And what ever else that appears I remember I cried when my father died Never wishing to have cried the tears And at sixty-five years old, My mother, God rest her soul, Couldn't understand, why the only man She had ever loved had been taken Leaving her to start with a heart So badly broken Despite encouragement from me No words were ever spoken And when she passed away I cried and cried all day Alone again, naturally Alone again, naturally

Placebo, "You don't care about us" -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- If it's a bad day, you try to suffocate. Another memory... scarred. If it's a bad case, then you accelerate, you're in the getaway... car. You don't care about us... oh oh. You don't care about us... oh oh. You don't care about us... oh oh You don't care about us. If it's a bad case, you're on the rampage. Another memory... scarred. You're at the wrong place, you're on the back page, you're in the getaway... car. You don't care about us... oh oh. You don't care about us... oh oh. You don't care about us... oh oh You don't care about us. It's your age, It's my rage. It's your age, It's my rage. You're too complicated, we should separate it. You're just confiscating, you're exasperating. This degeneration, mental masturbation. Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine. It's a matter of trust. It's a matter of trust. It's a matter of trust. It's a matter of trust. Because.. You don't care about us... You don't care about us... You don't care about us... You don't care about us. It's your age, It's my rage. It's your age, It's my rage.

Isolated by Chiasm Good Song too, that was on the game Vampire The Masquerade: Bloodlines. Isolated Alone and apart Isolated Isolated I'll never crawl again I'll never fall again Until I'm free Here I stand in this room Caged and trapped inside Seems I'm damned to live a lie Unaware of what's outside Should I care For what's left me behind And I stare at lights that makes me blind Internally there's nothing left for me to be I'm here alone and isolated Have no choice but be isolated Struggling, left alone, apart Pushed aside, made segregated Struggling, left alone, apart See I have no choice but be isolated Threatened, forced to extract the heart Pushed aside, made segregated Have no choice but be... The monsters make me hide Perhaps I'll eat myself alive Internally but it's there left for me to be I can't care for what's left me behind And stare at lights that makes me blind These broken walls trap me inside I'm isolated Have no choice but be isolated Struggling, left alone, apart Pushed aside, made segregated Threatened, forced to extract the heart Have no choice but be isolated Struggling, left alone, apart Pushed aside, made segregated Have no choice but be... I'll never crawl again I'll never fall again Until I'm free I'll never crawl again I'll never fall again Until I'm free And I stare at lights that makes me blind Internally there's nothing left for me to be I'm here alone and isolated Have no choice but be isolated Struggling, left alone, apart Pushed aside, made segregated Struggling, left alone, apart Have no choice but be isolated Struggling, left alone, apart Pushed aside, made segregated Threatened, forced to extract the heart I'll never crawl again I'll never fall again Until I'm free

"Don't worry be Happy"

Just outside these prison bars the hanging tree is waiting. At sunlight I'll meet darkness and death will say hello. Darling touch your lips to mine and tell me me that you love me. Hold me once again before you go. Will you visit me on Sundays? Will you bring me pretty flowers? Conway Twitty - Will You Visit Me On Sundays

These lyrics:

Eric Clapton- Tears in Heaven. About the death of his young son. Hard to even listen to it when it comes on the radio.

God help me, I was only nineteen

Despite the peppy tune, these lyrics are rather sad. Poor guy, hope he found Ms. Right somewhere down the line.

I don't know the singer or the title of the song, but part of the lyrics go "....bad...bad...bad day."

Dress Rehearsal Rag, by Leonard Cohen, comes to mind: "Four o'clock in the afternoon and I didn't feel like very much. I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy, where is your famous golden touch?" I thought you knew where all of the elephants lie down, I thought you were the crown prince of all the wheels in Ivory Town. Just take a look at your body now, there's nothing much to save and a bitter voice in the mirror cries, "Hey, Prince, you need a shave." Now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave, why don't you try unwrapping a stainless steel razor blade? That's right, it's come to this, yes it's come to this, and wasn't it a long way down, wasn't it a strange way down? There's no hot water and the cold is running thin. Well, what do you expect from the kind of places you've been living in? Don't drink from that cup, it's all caked and cracked along the rim. That's not the electric light, my friend, that is your vision growing dim. Cover up your face with soap, there, now you're Santa Claus. And you've got a gift for anyone who will give you his applause. I thought you were a racing man, ah, but you couldn't take the pace. That's a funeral in the mirror and it's stopping at your face. That's right, it's come to this, yes it's come to this, and wasn't it a long way down, ah wasn't it a strange way down? Once there was a path and a girl with chestnut hair, and you passed the summers picking all of the berries that grew there; there were times she was a woman, oh, there were times she was just a child, and you held her in the shadows where the raspberries grow wild. And you climbed the twilight mountains and you sang about the view, and everywhere that you wandered love seemed to go along with you. That's a hard one to remember, yes it makes you clench your fist. And then the veins stand out like highways, all along your wrist. And yes it's come to this, it's come to this, and wasn't it a long way down, wasn't it a strange way down? You can still find a job, go out and talk to a friend. On the back of every magazine there are those coupons you can send. Why don't you join the Rosicrucians, they can give you back your hope, you can find your love with diagrams on a plain brown envelope. But you've used up all your coupons except the one that seems to be written on your wrist along with several thousand dreams. Now Santa Claus comes forward, that's a razor in his mit; and he puts on his dark glasses and he shows you where to hit; and then the cameras pan, the stand in stunt man, dress rehearsal rag, it's just the dress rehearsal rag, you know this dress rehearsal rag, it's just a dress rehearsal rag..."

Tom Dooley-Kingston Trio

hmm i can think of 2 at the moment. ugly by cold All the world loves things of beauty and intrigue These 2 things I've never had one Born in this old skin. I'm too sick I can't win I've lived with this damage 2 long My eyes can't behold it I cannot control This this feeling that's left in my heart I've never dont no wrong. I don't deserve these bones Please burn up this sin when I'm gone And I said that this is ugly to me The world is ugly to me You are ugly to me And I am ugly to me I haven't become all I want to be I haven't become anything I need to be I haven't become all I want to be Suffocate with me I haven't become anything Suffer Why can't you look, why can't you look at me See what I see Why can't you feel, why can't you feel like Me feel what I feel Why can't you hurt, why can't you hurt like me Taste the pain I feel Why must I die, why must I die for you It's the ugly truth Well it's ugly It's making me painless And Pierrot the clown by placebo. Leave me dreaming on the bed See you right back here tomorrow for the next round Keep this scene inside your head As the bruises turn to yellow The swelling goes down And if you're ever around In the city or the suburbs of this town Be sure to come around I'll be wallowing in sorrow Wearing a frown Like Pierrot the Clown Saw you crashing round the bay Never seen you act so shallow Or look so brown Remember all the things you'd say How your promises rang hollow As you threw me to the ground And if you're ever around In the backstreets or the alleys of this town Be sure to come around I'll be wallowing in pity And wearing a frown Like Pierrot the Clown When I dream I dream of your lips When I dream I dream of your kiss When I dream I dream of your fists Your fists... Your fists Leave me bleeding on the bed See you right back here tomorrow for the next round Keep this scene inside your head As the bruises turn to yellow The swelling goes down And if you're ever around In the city or the suburbs of this town Be sure to come around I'll be wallowing in sorrow And wearing a frown Like Pierrot the Clown Like Pierrot the Clown Like Pierrot the Clown Like Pierrot the Clown Like Pierrot the Clown

GLOOMY SUNDAY "Gloomy Sunday" (from Hungarian "Szomorú vasárnap", IPA: ['somoruː 'vɒʃarnÉ’p]) is a song written in 1933 by Hungarian pianist and composer RezsÅ‘ Seress, in which the singer mourns the untimely death of a lover and contemplates suicide. Though recorded and performed by many singers, "Gloomy Sunday" is closely associated with Billie Holiday, who scored a hit version of the song in 1941. Due to unsubstantiated urban legends about its inspiring hundreds of suicides, "Gloomy Sunday" was dubbed the "Hungarian suicide song" in the U.S. Seress did commit suicide in 1968, but most other rumors of the song being banned from radio, or sparking suicides, are unsubstantiated, and were partly propagated as a deliberate marketing campaign. Lyrics Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberless Dearest of shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the dark coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Gloomy sunday, with shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be prayers and candles are lit, I know Let them not weep, let them know,that I'm glad to go Death is a dream, for in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul, I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming I was only dreaming I awake and I find you asleep and deep in my heart Dear... Darling, I hope that my dream hasn't haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday It's absolutely gloomy sunday Gloomy Sunday

Pearl Jam's Last Kiss. I know they remade that song, but I have no idea who the original performer was.

"Go Rest High on That Mountain" by Vince Gill. I dont really like country music but this song is really sad for me. It was played at a funeral for a 24 year old friend of mine that accidentally shot himself.

The lyrics from. Theres a light that never goes out - The Smiths. Excerpt And if a double decker bus, killed th both of us. To die by your side, well the pleasure and priveilge is mine.

"Dont it make you sad yo relize life is bigger then who you are" It depresses me to relize how much i dont matter And even though the moment passed me by I still cant turn away I saw the dreams you never thought youd lose tossed along the way Letters that you never meant to send lost or thrown away And now were grown up orphans that never knew their names Dont belong to no one thats a shame You could hide beside me maybe for a while And I wont tell no one your name I wont tell em your name Scars are souvenirs you never lose , the past is never far Did you lose yourself somewhere out there , did you get to be a star Dont it make you sad to know that life is more that who we are You grew up way too fast and now theres nothing to believe And reruns all become our history A tired song keeps playing on a tired radio And I wont tell no one your name I wont tell em your name I think about you all the time But I dont need the same its lonely where you are come back down, And I wont tell em your name