This is not something I choose,
I need help with midnight blues
I need help to keep on my smile,
Knowing this might take a little awhile
But that is not new news

I keep to myself
But i keep falling and falling and falling in deeper
Bunch over myself
I can't control tears from falling and and falling and falling down further
Soon I will have cried myself,
A river...

Sooner or later I'll have myself a river
Blue, lovely and pretty
Lately all those boys are flowing
down on a boat,
Guided by someone else's hands
Caring to much when I shouldn't
But when I don't it hurts