They call me a *****,
And sure, I get around
Every night sees intimacy
With prostitutes of simplicity
Night one, is simply Alone
She's a subtle one, but hard to own.
Night two sees Happiness, but like the rest,
we enjoy one night, and she's gone the next
Night three, Depression, she's a real *****
She's like a crazy ex girlfriend, hard to ditch
She'll hunt you down wherever you go,
No matter where, she seems to know.
Night four is Anxiety,
She leaves her mark
She makes me nervous
And she's a freak in the dark
Night five I take a break,
But all of them visit me
They break into my mind
But not Happiness she's busy
For they're not prostitutes,
Just lonely souls
Looking to take advantage
Of people not whole
When you leave your mind open
This is what you ask for
Sleeping around with all those feelings
Does make you a *****
Depression left me 12 voicemails