You see I have this friend whom I know well
He is always there, but can you tell
You have to look, but not to close
Can you see him, can you now
He does not bite, he does not growl
He is my friend I tell you know.
He is by my side, all the time
Like a woollen blanket or woven shroud
He drags me down, and holds me there
For all eternity, for all to stare
Prozac helps well till I don’t care
This friend of mine is not welcome here.
This friend of mine, what can I say
He is like a warm but cloudy day
Pulling me down and holding me there
I am drowning you see, from depression you know
It will kill me one day and no-one will know
Until my corpse, my stinking corpse, rots through the floor.
Depression my dear friend how I loathe you
You see when we met you were betrothed to me
A marriage not of love but of incarceration
With you in me for all of time, torturing my soul
Like the devils friend, loathing in me like a cancerous troll
Living without hope is like not living at all.
So I say to you one and all, look for my friend
He is all curled up like a cat in a ball
Purring away as he devours my soul
He hides in the dark away from it all
Like a cloak of yarn all rough and ragged
Depression my friend you are such a bastard.