Melancholia

Again and again
Eternity's a myth
Just ghosts, stuck
In this existence

Back and forth
Hearts cradled and crushed
Trying to find love
That isn't real

Over and over
We say what's on our mind
No one hears, or cares to
Then we leave without a trace

Before and after
There's hope, then nothing
The journey isn't worth it
Trust the testimonies of the dead

Here and there
Those who've lost it all
Then scramble to get it back
Efforts all in vain

More and more
I'm believing my own words
And succumbing to a feeling
Of pure melancholia