The Anatomy Of Melancholy

The thing is that I feel too much about way too little things. And I do it very intensively. I'm the type of person that finds a meaning in everything and I have come to the conclusion that it couldn't be more self-destructive than that. But I'm starting to feel that some things won't stay the same. Because a heart will eventually get tired of being misled and, at some point, it will decide to go its own way, even if it's the lonely one ...