Sometimes we're sad and we don't know why
We can pretend everything's fine but what's the use
We need understanding as much as painter needs his muse
But who can help when our souls are bitter?
No, in our blood there's no glitter, our veins are not neon
Our hearts are black, our minds are wasted
I guess we all know that feeling when you don’t want to be just
A shadow of yourself
Special state when you need to recover but you can’t really learn
How can you run, how can you change when you are paralyzed
Just another monster disguised
All you feel is empty and numb and you just wanna feel something
Even if that is pain
So you pray for someone to break your bones to feel them healing
because depression is a endless feeling
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Sometimes we're sad and we don't know why
We can pretend everything's fine but what's the use
We need understanding as much as painter needs his muse
But who can help when our souls are bitter?
No, in our blood there's no glitter, our veins are not neon
Our hearts are black, our minds are wasted
I guess we all know that feeling when you don’t want to be just
A shadow of yourself
Special state when you need to recover but you can’t really learn
How can you run, how can you change when you are paralyzed
Just another monster disguised
All you feel is empty and numb and you just wanna feel something
Even if that is pain
So you pray for someone to break your bones to feel them healing
because depression is a endless feeling
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