She is there she watches,
When you’ve lost all hope,
She is there she stares,
When you cannot cope,
She speak not a word,
When you are in need,
For she’s there for herself,
She’s there to feed,

She eats at your heart,
Until the blood do drip,
And when she’s very hungry,
She’ll tear and she’ll rip,
It’s then you’ll be waiting,
Waiting for it back,

She’ll return you your heart,
But it won’t be the same,
It’ll be dry and dead,
And it’ll be you she’ll blame,
You’ll drown in the sadness,
You’ll drown in the pain,

Then she’ll go,
And silently as the sands,
She’ll leave nothing behind,
Except your heart in your hands,
The misery will come,
And the depression to bear,
For she has a name,
Her name is Despair,