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Lately I've been entertaining my depression Why does everything have to be a lesson? Does everybody think that my life is so perfect? It's not and everyday I'm always stressing Don't tell me what's best for me When I needed you the most and you weren't there for me I'm speaking in full honesty I know that I can't let these things get to me There's not too many answers and there's so many issues A **** ton of tear drops and I've been running out of tissues I wake up every morning and I ask myself Is life worth living or should I blast myself? I got these thoughts up inside my head What's the point of even living when I would rather be dead? I ask myself if I'm another victim to my misery? Or maybe everything I'm thinking is all in my mind Why does that everything that I want still a clouded mystery? And everything that I don't want is so easy to find I used to go to parties with all my friends Until I got comfortable with these lonely nights And lately my head has been an empty state of mind How ironic that being alone is the one thing I'm good at, right?
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 3:45 AM UTC
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Lately I've been entertaining my depression Why does everything have to be a lesson? Does everybody think that my life is so perfect? It's not and everyday I'm always stressing Don't tell me what's best for me When I needed you the most and you weren't there for me I'm speaking in full honesty I know that I can't let these things get to me There's not too many answers and there's so many issues A **** ton of tear drops and I've been running out of tissues I wake up every morning and I ask myself Is life worth living or should I blast myself? I got these thoughts up inside my head What's the point of even living when I would rather be dead? I ask myself if I'm another victim to my misery? Or maybe everything I'm thinking is all in my mind Why does that everything that I want still a clouded mystery? And everything that I don't want is so easy to find I used to go to parties with all my friends Until I got comfortable with these lonely nights And lately my head has been an empty state of mind How ironic that being alone is the one thing I'm good at, right?
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 3:45 AM UTC
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