Depression is running through my mind.
What more in this life is there to find?
Playing like a record, broken in time.
Stuck on rewind, will it leave my mind?
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Depression
Depression is running through my mind.
What more in this life is there to find?
Playing like a record, broken in time.
Stuck on rewind, will it leave my mind?
How many hearts beat in time?
If I were to look, none I would find.
No sun, no star, no moon, no sky.
A vacant canvas lost over time.
A love worth living, a life worth nothing.
Jumping and running, I can not move, I can not see.
Is this life really for me?
Or is this really all there is to see?
A blank canvas, with nothing.
Nothing but my depression and me.
Will it leave?
Or will it have to be me?