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 Till 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
