Call it depression Or even the blues But I won’t be fodder For the morning news However you view it I do not choose To end it all now In fact I refuse
I often feel like I wanna check out But suicide’s something I rather doubt It’s only an option That some people flout But it’s too complicated To be about
Call it a rut Or down in the dumps I’m in a morass See I’ve had my lumps I’ve taken my bruises Along with the bumps But my heart will keep beating For as long as it pumps
So I ‘m resigned to living Until I draw my last breath And I will not leave here Until nothing more’s left How I’m feeling now Is no more than a test'' That life is giving me In case you haven’t guessed