These days I feel weighed down with adult worries and inhibitions, the sadness that comes with worldliness and the disappointment you suffer when you discover that the world isn't what you thought it was. I suppose it could be what you thought though. Just go back to living it like the child I used to be. Maybe that's the key to conquering melancholia.

And all it took was a simple game of "cracks".

"Good feeling, won't you stay with me, just a little longer. It always seems like you're leaving when I need you here, just a little longer."