cant write anything that aint depressive
does it seem progressive
na
i gotta degress
so i confess
my sins
lose or win
i smoke weed
and cut my legs
just...... up in the head
i start fights
cuz i wanna die
can't cry
or they know i'm a wuss
i cuss
and drink to the dregs
so stay away
a depressive emo all the way
they call me D.J.
Draven Jacoby Ray
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