The dark thoughts are coming again
It's a shame, for a time I was doing so well
But I guess it's about that time again
The holiday can't last forever
But what's strange is that I start to forget
I start to forget how it felt to be happy
And it doesn't matter if I was happy yesterday or a year ago
It all feels distant to me
The dark thoughts are coming again
And I enter my shell once more
The irony is that when I need people the most
This is the time they choose to disappear
But don't mistake this for some sympathy vote
I am very much past that
I've simply come to notice patterns within my sadness
It's curious and crushing, it's life