Stillborn

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