There's a grey dampness that surrounds my life,
like a cold and grey fall day.
When in every direction misery lies,
no more than a footstep away.

Like the mist and fog, the clouds of my life,
roll in with the rising tide,
and a wave of despair comes crashing in,
and washes me over the side.

I know that the sun is there somewhere,
though its been a while since I've seen,
its bright golden glow in the morning,
or felt its warmth on my skin.

Im scared that there is a time up ahead,
when I'll swim to the surface for air,
and finally break free of depression,
to find that there's nobody there.