| I wonder if depression ever ends
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| Or if it will end me
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| I’m still dancing on the edge of the blade
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| Till it cuts me in half
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| Some days I feel everything at once
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| Other days I feel nothing at all
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| So what’s worse?
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| Drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst?
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| I dropped my Prozac from one day to the other
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| I do not regret, why should I bother?
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| I just wonder what will happen?!
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| Maybe it will kill me… eventually set me free…
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| Neither do I ask the night to explain
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| I wait for it and it envelops me
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| And so you, me, gloom and light…
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| …and shadows… are
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| Don’t charm away my melancholy, it’s everything I’ve got
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| To me it’s kind of death, but I’m forced to keep living
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| I won’t glorify or romanticize what you call heartbreak
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| But nothing in this world was promised or belong to you
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| Someday someone won’t be afraid of the lows I drag
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| They won’t stay on the shore, they’ll meet me in the depths
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| I am not dead but also not alive
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| I seem like a ghost with a beating heart
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| Cause death is not the greatest loss in life
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| But what dies inside us while we fledge
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| We are walking away quietly into empty spaces
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| We are trying to close the gaps of the past
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| Cause of all sad words of tongue or pen
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| The saddest are these: 'It might have been'
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| Don’t charm away my melancholy, it’s everything I’ve got
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| To me it’s kind of death, but I’m forced to keep living
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| I won’t glorify or romanticize what you call heartbreak
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| But nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you…
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| …was promised or belonged to you |