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Despair
It hurts the most when I'm alone
The sadness always seems to return
It feels as if I'm on my own
And each falling tear continues to burn
No medicine seems to make
My frowning spirit smile
All my laughter is utterly fake
My tears fall into a pile
Friendly faces dont even help
No matter how hard they try
I want to curl into a ball
And watch the days pass me by
When will this depression end?
If not soon, I'll go insane
Im so sick of playing pretend
And tired of all this pain
Most days I feel so alone
Nobody seems to care
Its like their hearts are made of stone
This weight alone I bare
Ready again for happiness
Ready to be free of this distress
Ready for this all to end
Ready for my heart to mend
The sadness always seems to return
It feels as if I'm on my own
And each falling tear continues to burn
No medicine seems to make
My frowning spirit smile
All my laughter is utterly fake
My tears fall into a pile
Friendly faces dont even help
No matter how hard they try
I want to curl into a ball
And watch the days pass me by
When will this depression end?
If not soon, I'll go insane
Im so sick of playing pretend
And tired of all this pain
Most days I feel so alone
Nobody seems to care
Its like their hearts are made of stone
This weight alone I bare
Ready again for happiness
Ready to be free of this distress
Ready for this all to end
Ready for my heart to mend
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