One Day I'll Fly Away

I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin to live again

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me
When will love be through with me
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I'll fly away
Fly fly away...

Watching Moulin Rouge for the millionth time. I think the depression may be returning, and I really identify with this song this morning. I feel so trapped in my life, and I am beginning to doubt there is anything to look forward to anymore. How can I live in this terror of the inevitable? Which is more painful- the presence or the absence of illusion? "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." Would anyone give a damn about Satine if she weren't beautiful? Would the audience be so sympathetic if she were bipolar, not tubercular?
I'm not certain that I really have a point; I'm just depressed and profoundly alone.