Once the depression becomes routine, Happiness never really feels comfortable again. It comes around now and then, like an old friend. You laugh and drink and reminisce about all the plans you had that never panned out. All the hope you invested, in the jobs, the relationships, the dreams and goals. And you laugh at how foolish you once were for ever having such ideas. But the laughter dies out And your smile fades And you know in the back of your mind that soon, your happiness will be gone again, and you can never quite forgive it for leaving. You cant blame it, All you ever did was hold it back. Maybe somebody else could make better use of it. And the depression, Well the depression is no Stranger.