I'm melancholic... And no, I don't want To talk about it. I'm not depressed, Just on the borderline Of dispirited and stressed. But I'm not talking about it. Not gonna talk about the Why's and how's of my feelings The emotions with which I'm dealing The causes that've left me reeling And despondent. No, I don't want to speak on it. So leave it be. walk away from the topic And let me be Alone with the thoughts I shouldn't think. Leave me alone to my Midnight dreary Where I lay awake weary And alone with my query's. No I don't want to talk about it. But the irony is that these words Have already given away my feelings.