And again, I find myself in that familiar territory. A bed of rocks. Woods full of plant of thorns, And rivers of tears.
Its all serene when you look from outside But a fierce battle rages within. A battle without winners or losers. A battle without sides.
Oh, the inexplicable, unreasonable, abominable pain! How you unsettle me, But how I can't live without you.
Like a sharp arrow digging deep into the flesh You dig well into my spirits.
But yet, I have started loving this. I want no potion to get rid of you.
You are the perpetuity of my being Those brief moments of joy are a glitch.
Oh the inexplicable, unreasonable, abominable pain! How I can't live without you.
I find myself in the grip of that familiar, abominable claws of regressive depression. And somehow I find a hostage to it. A hostage with Stockholm Syndrome