The Black Dog’s on my shoulder
And he’s whispering in my ear
Sowing doubt in my mind,
Filling me with fear.
I can subdue him with meds,
Quieten him most of the day,
But lethargy of the intellect
Is a high price to pay.
But the Black Dog escapes:
Somehow he always reappears
To sit on my shoulder
And to whisper in my ears.
My world is dark and gloomy
As the Black Dog takes control.
And he preaches despair
To the very core of my whole.
He is trying to tell me
How I should think
And I try to erase him
By setting down to drink;
And I get a hangover
And I’m back in despair
For my Black Dog
is still sitting there.
I need to be rid of him
I need to be free
But I think that Black Dog
Could be the death of me,
Or, smothered in drugs
To keep him at bay,
I’ll just be drifting through
Blank tranquillised days.
But the Black Dog won’t win
For I’ve learned how to fight
And one day in time I know
Things will come right.
I don't ask your pity
Just that you tryunderstand For me sometimes I’m living
In a foreign alien land.
