When I'm home,
I have an apple every night,
It makes me feel good.
When I'm in school,
I don't even have an apple everyday.
I spend more time in school,
Than I do at home,
It's torture,
And home;
Home doesn't leave me feeling so dandy either,
The apples help me.
I guess that partially explains,
Why this sea of depression,
Is only getting deeper,
And I still don't know how to swim,
In a pool.
Been drowning for ages