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Depression 2
Walking along hoping to see your face...but no...theres only rain biting away...i put my head down and look at the ground...thinking of...the best of our love....but where is it now...and where are you
Time...I am losing time...losing sleep...i used to be happy...i used to be somebody...you were mines...now i don't know where you belong...whatever hope i had is dead and gone....you torture me now and again...killing me...with that word "friend"
How my blood boils when i hear that....what treason is this...why am i not missed...and so i sit...i just sit on the corner...let the rain...beat into my shoulder...how a pain jolts through my chest....how i wished i were dead...cause the stories you fed...were poison on a plate....and you came....but you were 20 stories too late
I don't know why...i even bother to try...my shadow doesn't even follow me...i am like a bird without wings...a bird who can't sing...at night...i drown in thoughts...thoughts that haunt me...and flashbacks of daydreams that are here to stay...
I wish everything would just go away...I can't do this anymore...i can't do this anymore....i can't do this anymore...what for...whats the point...just leave me alone...stop yelling...stop talking...stop whispering about me...stop gossiping..
I can't do this anymore...i don't like this feeling...this cold cold feeling...numb and hollow...evil and wild...i hate being who i am..i hate knowing what i've become...in my mind...i sit in a ball in bed in a room...crying all day but smiling for you.
Time...I am losing time...losing sleep...i used to be happy...i used to be somebody...you were mines...now i don't know where you belong...whatever hope i had is dead and gone....you torture me now and again...killing me...with that word "friend"
How my blood boils when i hear that....what treason is this...why am i not missed...and so i sit...i just sit on the corner...let the rain...beat into my shoulder...how a pain jolts through my chest....how i wished i were dead...cause the stories you fed...were poison on a plate....and you came....but you were 20 stories too late
I don't know why...i even bother to try...my shadow doesn't even follow me...i am like a bird without wings...a bird who can't sing...at night...i drown in thoughts...thoughts that haunt me...and flashbacks of daydreams that are here to stay...
I wish everything would just go away...I can't do this anymore...i can't do this anymore....i can't do this anymore...what for...whats the point...just leave me alone...stop yelling...stop talking...stop whispering about me...stop gossiping..
I can't do this anymore...i don't like this feeling...this cold cold feeling...numb and hollow...evil and wild...i hate being who i am..i hate knowing what i've become...in my mind...i sit in a ball in bed in a room...crying all day but smiling for you.
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