I will indulge my sorrows, and give way To all the pangs and fury of despair.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

But the sound of despair is never pleasant; it sounds suspiciously like lying.

Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank -- but that's not the same thing.

Snobbery? But it's only a form of despair.

Such are the foolish dreams of idealistic children who believe that anything can possibly get better over time.