Without happiness, you would not know depression
Without depression, you would not know the bright future awaiting
If not for depression, we would not know what fills us with joy
If we were never depressed, we would all be ploys
If we never gave up back when, we could never try again
If we never felt the bad, could we feel the good?
Could we feel the world as we should?
An arm-in-arm progression, an isolated discretion
If we never cried, would we ever write?
If we never felt, would we understand our plights?
Open your knowledge to feed on sadness
An abyss of happiness sink below our madness