Depressives unite! Let's form a new band.
Let's combat refusal to understand.
To reflect the main cause of our crippling pain
We'll call ourselves 'Hey! You! Stop judging my brain!'
Unsure of ourselves, we'll make a slow start
But within a few months, we'll have stormed up the charts.
"Our band's just too big, Jools, we really won't fit
And we're all right for keys, thanks. Now go have a sit."
A million guitarists keep bringing the noise,
The world's largest bass section maintain our songs' poise.
And what's that? Yeah, brilliant! We've ten on kazoo!
The kids on maracas and tambourine too.
We won't need no speakers, we'll make ourselves heard
As our message reverberates around the whole world.
And the message is this, to the people who sneer,
To the people who scoff at our panic and fear:
Our illness should never require a 'belief'.
When someone you love dies, do we laugh at your grief?
When you can't face the prospect of a morning at work
Do we tell you to buck up while masking a smirk?
With the funeral looming, while tears help you sleep,
Do you wish that you didn't hold those feelings so deep?
Because that's how I feel on a regular basis,
It really is hard to maintain homeostasis.
There's no point comparing, we're not keeping score,
It just is what it is and nothing more.
I grieve for the person I thought I could be,
Who wasn't unhappy at age 23.
