Face are ambiguous
It's not too hard explaining this
But there is no real face that fits an objective depression
Let it be a lesson
Not to judge others by their discretions
Silence can be the embodiment for the saddest people of them all
People big and people small
That minds that stand and the ones that fall
We can all relate to the pains of the others around us
Yet remain so soundless
Never finding commons grounds and,
Becoming trapped in a cycle of solitude
How could we be so rude?
When there are millions of others who suffer the same sorrows as our own
Maybe not full blown
But at least enough to be known
That there is someone out there who relates to our pain
Cause it's a stain in our brains
That makes us think we're insane
We must open up to others
And not lead lives that are mundane
Everyone carries with them, a face of depression
So let it be a lesson
That there's no objective face to depression
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
Face are ambiguous
It's not too hard explaining this
But there is no real face that fits an objective depression
Let it be a lesson
Not to judge others by their discretions
Silence can be the embodiment for the saddest people of them all
People big and people small
That minds that stand and the ones that fall
We can all relate to the pains of the others around us
Yet remain so soundless
Never finding commons grounds and,
Becoming trapped in a cycle of solitude
How could we be so rude?
When there are millions of others who suffer the same sorrows as our own
Maybe not full blown
But at least enough to be known
That there is someone out there who relates to our pain
Cause it's a stain in our brains
That makes us think we're insane
We must open up to others
And not lead lives that are mundane
Everyone carries with them, a face of depression
So let it be a lesson
That there's no objective face to depression
Face are ambiguous
It's not too hard explaining this
But there is no face that fits an objective depression
So let it be a lesson
Not to judge based on impressions
Smiles help hide the saddest souls of all
People big and small
With minds that stand and ones that fall
We can all somehow relate to the pains of the others around us
But yet remain so soundless
Never finding commons grounds and
Becoming trapped in our own cycle of solitude
How could we be so rude
When there are millions of others who suffer the same sorrows as our own
Maybe not full blown
But at least enough to be known
That there are actually others who can relate to your pain
Sorrows may stain our brains
Sometimes making us think we're insane
But we must open up to others
And refrain from being abstain
Everyone carries with them, a face of depression
So let it be a lesson
That there's no objective face to depression
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