About depression and what it makes you believe. |
I am naught but a shadow A shimmering piece of ash I have been nothing for years As I was nothing in the past A shame plus two built into a soul A life that was unwanted, incomplete not whole I am naught but a shadow 'Tis all I'll ever be I am naught but an old song Words and rhymes forgotten I was long ago known - not well Now the memory - if any held - has gone rotten The things of my past, they hold me still To this world, cold, never to heal So I am naught but an old song 'Tis all I'll ever be I am naught but a spirit Condemned to this world of earth Never had anything - life or death Could have gone worse Haunting the people who couldn't have cared Whether I'd lingered in person, or my spirit be there So I am naught but a spirit 'Tis all I'll ever be I am naught but the dust Beneath a person's tread I float up and go, Just to end up in places of dread I cannot be ever truly set free None can hear, so none help me And I am naught but the dust 'Tis all I'll ever be I am naught but a shadow 'Tis all I'll ever be Naught but an old song Forgotten, never free Naught but a spirit, Dead but somehow alive Naught but the dust Which forever never survives |