Depressive crash, no hope,
Shouldn't have drunk that coffee at noon,
Don't want to talk, don't wish to talk,
Try anyway, keep up appearances make the pretence
Try and keep that chirp in my voice,
...Makes things worse,
Isolation, makes things worse,
Spinning in a downward spiral,
No end in sight, no rocks to break on, which makes it all relative I suppose.

I cry and suddenly I'm smiling.

Tomorrow will be a brand new day, and everyone will brand their legends across the sky...

It will be beautiful.