I don't think you understand,

My mind becomes a wasteland,

As useless as a dead hand, 

Its usually a sunday morning or a friday night,

I tell a lie, these last few months, 

every day it want to fight, 

It is a tidal wave of the deepest blue,

just suddenly falls over you,

Have you felt it too?

I try to shrug it off,

but it gets me its crocodile jaws and drags me down to its deeps blue bottom,

and rolls,

and rolls,

and rolls, 

until I confused drowning for living - handing it my soul. 

Then it leaves me,

not for long i admit, 

but in the time it is gone I feel all alone, 

It has been too long blue please come back,

You have had me so long I believe without you I lack,

I lack?,

I lack... everything.

Oh but then I am fine again,

Laughing with friends as if I were 10,

Riding bikes and going on late night hikes,

I forget about you,

I really do,

But I heard the ocean yesterday,

and I think about that deepest blue,

it cuts through me like a panda striping bamboo,

stomach flu,

my mum tells me to rest,

"mum" I say,

you don't understand,

"I am feeling a little bit blue".