Remeber when we laughed
and let all our problems die
I remember those times
where I could call
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I read once that depression is a symptom
that all psycos go through
and then I imagine you
and I swear you were real
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The notes in a cemphony
they call out or names
they interwtine them in one another
and they make them float above the noise and pain
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Terror and sorrow
pain and dispare
they are what people see
when the mask isn't there
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When the days grow longer
and the shadows seem to linger
the memories will reveal a sense of anguish
foreign to your train of thought
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The wrinkles in your hands
they fit so neatly into my creases
they make my hands feel young again
like they used to be so long ago
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The world is a cold place
When everyone sees things in black and white
The colors
They haven’t a chance to blend
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Does the sun shine
only as you open your eyes
does the moon beam
only as time flys by
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I was a princess
on the bed with the pea
I was a princess
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