I thought it would be something I would grow out of,
The slouching and slow decay,
The clouds that never seemed to go away.
But I noticed the difference in my sighs,
In the silence and motionless of my cries.
The pounding of my heart,
We were, we were, we were...
Slowly beating its solemn verse.
Reminiscing the days I thought would pass,
To see the green side of the grass.
The glass that wouldn't break,
The heart that wouldn't ache.
We are, we are, we are.
I thought I'd smile without a lie,
I thought I'd shed a tear without a cry,
Take a step without a sigh.
But those days never ended.
I've heard of it before now,
But never imagined how it came,
In a death, Or in a loss,
But never in my own name.
It seemed so foolish, that expression,
That I could ever know depression.
To have darkness without sleep, to have life without living,
To feel a loneliness so unforgiving.
To wander so meaninglessly,
Passing by so dreamlessly,
These days wont ever pass.