Depression, yeah, the way you, do strobby lights, spikes butterflies on you, schizophrenic finger tips. Can't go in an exit way on a rush hour metro station, or stop the train with your own bare hands. Could kill her and have her dead, or just kiss her instead. Driver stops and fast he goes, keep up the pace or you'll lose his trace. On the sidewalk, on the highway, Get out! Get out! Or the 10ton truck will smash you dead!!!