Myself Again
I used to be here but not
I would've let myself rot
But you came along and opened my eyes
You showed me happiness so pure it cries
Of love and life, with joy and even sadness
But then you hurt me, and left me full of madness
I guess I should thank you
For pulling me out of depression too
But in depression I find myself again
And the odds about nine out of ten
That I shall retreat into my mind
That I will not let anyone find.
I used to be here but not
I would've let myself rot
But you came along and opened my eyes
You showed me happiness so pure it cries
Of love and life, with joy and even sadness
But then you hurt me, and left me full of madness
I guess I should thank you
For pulling me out of depression too
But in depression I find myself again
And the odds about nine out of ten
That I shall retreat into my mind
That I will not let anyone find.
