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" Depression "
Depression, they call it a state of mind
burried deep within our soul and mind,
Slipping slowly out of time.
People ask you where you'll be,
but you seem unfocused, shut out from reality.
Counting the clock, till the day that it stops
holding back all human thought.
We reach a point at this state of mind,
seeing life as very unkind.
The demon whispers in your ear,
your time is coming, its drawing near.
Take it's hand, he'll lead the way
Darkness falls all about, your locked inside
with no way out.
Breath in, now breath out
your out of air, no time to spare
do you even really care?
Give in, let it go, you can do it
it's time to show.
Your eyes begin too close,
first your body tightens, fighting it's way
you need to relax, let go.
Your depression was killing you,
it's time to end.
Body's gone limp now, you've done your job
sleep, my child sleep
it's your turn now...
rest in peace.
burried deep within our soul and mind,
Slipping slowly out of time.
People ask you where you'll be,
but you seem unfocused, shut out from reality.
Counting the clock, till the day that it stops
holding back all human thought.
We reach a point at this state of mind,
seeing life as very unkind.
The demon whispers in your ear,
your time is coming, its drawing near.
Take it's hand, he'll lead the way
Darkness falls all about, your locked inside
with no way out.
Breath in, now breath out
your out of air, no time to spare
do you even really care?
Give in, let it go, you can do it
it's time to show.
Your eyes begin too close,
first your body tightens, fighting it's way
you need to relax, let go.
Your depression was killing you,
it's time to end.
Body's gone limp now, you've done your job
sleep, my child sleep
it's your turn now...
rest in peace.
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