Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
January 30, 2003
I Do
When I'm done with thinking, then I'm done with you.
When I'm done with crying, then I'm done with you.
When I feel so tired, then I'm done with you.
Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way
And I do...
You can't hear it, but I do.
You can't hear it, but I do.
You're trying to convince me that what I've done's not right.
I get so frustrated, I stay up every night.
You ask me for an answer, and I'm so tired and I'm up in the air.
Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way
And I do.
You can't hear it, but I do.
You can't hear it, but I'm feeling this way just because you say
I will be ignored.
I will be denied.
I could be erased.
I could be brushed aside
I will get scared, and I will get shoved down,
But I feel like I do because you push me around.
I'm starting to ignore you, I've doubted you so long.
I'm tired of overthinking, I know you don't belong.
Now I'm asking questions - no one pushes me around.
Everybody feels this way sometimes, everybody feels this way -
And I do.
You can't hear it, but I do.
You don't seem angry, but I do.
I do
[Lisa Loeb]
Posted by criminal at January 30, 2003 02:53 PM
Comments
"The main thing I noted at depressions core, which rather than red hot is more an ice sculpture, was that the brain grows very tired of the accouterments of its zoo cage. High school and college students are obviously susceptible to depression (buzz term!) becuase of lively hormones and the utterly repetitive strictures of their existence3 which also pisses in the whiskey of them learning anything durable. Some adapt, and some are strikingly less evolved and can't quite wear the armor. They tend to be neither more not less intelligent than the successful ones."
Nelse, on his own depression, from "The Road Home" by Jim Harrison
Posted by: Barbie at January 31, 2003 05:09 PM