DysthymiaThis here's my old friendMore Like This
Whisperin' in my ear.
You see, he depends
Upon my despair and on my fear.
He tempts me, taunts me, tries me.
He treats me all afoul.
He keeps himself quite busy.
He's teasing me right now.
You may look upon this game, this race
And think that he offends,
But I'll keep smiling in his face
Until the bitter end.