I have a seed planted in my brain
This seed chafe and aches into my brain stem
During spring it gathers fluids and starts to grow
'Til summer I find myself worrying
My reflection in the mirror is
Different from me - it mimics me, it follows me.
By autumn the seed has scooped out a piece of my brain
My every day life is framed in
By migraine attacks and monumental headaches
It grows in my open skull
I call him melancholy
I call him melancholy
He brings out my pain, but inspires
Melancholy makes me flee the light
Of the day, but see clearly in the darkness
You nourish me, and I nourish you
Melancholy
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