Sadness and madness are what I am, from one extreme to the next. To look in
my heart and feel gladness, but what to do when you are doomed by gloom. The
thoughts I have in my room. I look far away to see a hand, one to save me
from the grave. What do I say, what do I do? To look at people and think, I
wish I were you. Instead a reflection of myself, which is only blue, because
sadness and madness are what I am.
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