I chose this to be
Of my own expression
Built up by me
Here forth the planned depression.

The question still beckons on me
These growing emotions grow higher as a tree
Paying for Love at the highest of fee
Unlocking the heart but I lost key.

I chose this to be
Caught in the middle of myself trying fight just to be free
I'm not myself when I act like this person
Here forth the planned depression.

The question still beckons on me
I have wide eyes but sometimes I can never really see
Caught in a blinding light like the eyes of a deer.


It's a planned depression
Not yet a lesson
Just my expression
Of a blinding impression
This feeling not for exception
To the world out there it's passive aggressive
Here forth the planned depression.