Depressed little child
you were never wild
Why are you not styled
You can't run a mile
Why music
You  are so basic
You cry all night
You are barely in sight
All you listen to is nightcore
It's such bore
You don't give a care in the world
You look so curled
Don't you ever get bored
You don't even bother to go to the basketball court
How do you live your life
You are never in the day life
You can't leave without saying goodbye
You have not thought of the people that would cry
If you take this last breathe
And this is not a test
Just lay down and rest
There will be a whole crest
Left in life
There would be a crisis
Is this how you want your life to end
What would you send
Your life
With one last cry
Do you just want a thought
Of your memory
In the world
Why are you always so curled
Go outside
And enjoy the real world
Don't be curled
Up in the house
You are quite as a mouse
You never make a noise
You   never played with toys
So be true to yourself
Depressed little child