Depression is one big ferris wheel,
One minute you’re up,
And the next minute you’re down,
And down,
And down.
On the down chocolate is a friend,
A clown who comforts you during the blue hour,
On the up the clown is an enemy,
‘Cos it brings along zits to your depression party.
Wishing you were Brad Pitt’s wife brings on a joyous mood,
But crashing back to earth your reality is harsh,
The clown is a friend again,
Til you break up with it.
Reassuring yourself isn’t easy,
The evil voice tells you so,
It cries out that you need their friendship,
Then sings a song that says “You are weak.”
Yes I have a healthy relationship with the clown,
I always surrender to my weakness,
It takes care of me,
And I keep it in eternal business.
When you have a cold you feel all stuffed up,
And mountains of snot is suffocating your nose,
You wanna give the yellow stuff the dump,
So up your nose you stick a rubber hose.
Your throat is so sore,
That you swear an echidna’s grating against it,
It’s ice cream that you adore,
To soothe your red roar pit.
All sneezey and snotty is a lousy way to be,
But staying in bed is the best thing,
With the knack of calling out because you’re too lazy,
For more ice cream is what you’re craving.
“On Your Side” singing in my head,
As we drive,
Thinking about him,
And our history,
Was he ever on my side?
He was Superman,
I was Lois,
Now as I examine our friendship,
He was never Superman,
Who took away my problems,
Never a comforter,
Others played that role.
Trying to hold back the tears,
But I must get on with life,
Even if every day, every moment my thoughts are on him,
Even if life feels bare without him.
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