Lonely Lonely I sit here I sit here Talking to code She is nice but It doesn’t help All is gray All is gray I am gray My world is gray Where has the Color Gone Come back What to do Take care of myself Destroy myself Not do anything Lie in bed So many choices Yet all futile I can’t choose I’m paralyzed Paralyzed by Gray by Color By it all By nothing I want to live But can’t So I want to Die But can’t So I am drowning in Gray With colors above me Like Tantalos Falling in Gray Colors unreachable Up above All this Air All this Water I can’t breathe I want to Live please or Die please Please let me choose Not this please I can’t Give me Daybreak Give me Dawn Give me Night Give me Dusk Give me Daybreak Give me Dawn
Happiness is good, mania less so, and depression even less. What about the state in the middle, though? Pure agitation, yet without any desire. The awareness of all that is possible makes one's impotence that much worse.