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Depression It seems like an indention A dent in my life Like a truck Was too late to pull to a stop And there was nothing to do but drop And lie flat Let it flatten me So I can never get up It hit and left a mark An imperfection They say A decision They say It's not But it's hard to argue When everyone's talking over you So just come and commentate on My descent into sadness madness What's the difference? It's not going to make people understand better Come, let's just wait For the perfect moment the perfect torment When voices like mine Start screaming in minds like mine Regurgitating Imitating Reiterating Varying speculations on what's wrong with me wrong in me wrong and me wrongme Help me ready the hearse To bury this curse Once and for all Though everyone hoped I didn't have to come along I kept hearing that it was a choice It didn't feel like it was So I thought I was missing out But now it's all good no doubt Because I get to use the coffin I myself picked out.
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
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Depression It seems like an indention A dent in my life Like a truck Was too late to pull to a stop And there was nothing to do but drop And lie flat Let it flatten me So I can never get up It hit and left a mark An imperfection They say A decision They say It's not But it's hard to argue When everyone's talking over you So just come and commentate on My descent into sadness madness What's the difference? It's not going to make people understand better Come, let's just wait For the perfect moment the perfect torment When voices like mine Start screaming in minds like mine Regurgitating Imitating Reiterating Varying speculations on what's wrong with me wrong in me wrong and me wrongme Help me ready the hearse To bury this curse Once and for all Though everyone hoped I didn't have to come along I kept hearing that it was a choice It didn't feel like it was So I thought I was missing out But now it's all good no doubt Because I get to use the coffin I myself picked out.
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
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