When it's cold & dark at night, and we're alone together, I long to take you in my arms, and cuddle you forever.

Thinking you've had depression makes about as much sense as thinking you've been run over by a bus. Trust me - you know when you've got depression.

So imagine that the lovely moon is playing just for you - everything makes music if you really want it to.

Here is the tragedy: when you are the victim of depression, not only do you feel utterly helpless and abandoned by the world, you also know that very few people can understand, or even begin to believe, that life can be this painful.

Some people get lots of pleasure; From books or from music or art; But boys seem to think it's fantastic; To just have a really good fart.

When it's cold & dark at night, and we're alone together, I long to take you in my arms, and cuddle you forever.

It's not the destination, It's the glory of the ride.