Depression

Ren

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    My thought patterns are composed by a time-bomb for an author
    Like pigs to the slaughter
    A symphony of self doubt sings out
    Breath starts getting shorter
    Running water
    Is the state that I wish to become
    Instead concrete envelopes my movement
    And I am rendered deaf and dumb
    Unable to heed the advice of others
    Don't tell me things will get better
    'Cause so far things haven't got better
    I've got the sweater
    Poster child bipolar adhd, therapists wet dream
    I don't wanna talk about my father
    I don't wanna talk about my dead friend
    I don't wanna talk about myself
    I'm sick of talking about my self
    I'm sick of talking about my self
    And realising that talking about myself never, ever helps
    Still, I call for help
    'Cause I really want help
    But the pills didn't seem to help
    And the therapists didn't seem to help
    But still, I want help
    I've danced with the devil in hell
    I've sat in a prisonless cell
    And here I always dwell
    In this prison in myself
    I do this thing where my mind travels back to the golden age
    You know those times where you were carefree
    And everything was golden? The golden age
    You know those times where everything was golden?
    Where you were carefree and everything was golden
    The hardest thing I ever had to do
    Was come to terms with the fact that

    That time never really existed
    I've always felt so fucking detached
    And broken, bruised and mismatched
    Find it hard to relax
    Living under the cracks
    Try to fill in the gaps
    Lying here on my back
    Still, I can't find it
    Sense of peace, yeah?
    My mind declined it
    Pulse increased and my sweat combines with
    A feeling so deep I fall inside it

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    Depression
    I hate you, depression
    Your constant oppression
    Respond with aggression
    They say depression brings you lessons
    Constant stressing conceals blessings
    You will grow in broken settings
    Fuck those lessons, fuck depression
    I've been living in your shadow for so long
    That I forgot how I can shine
    How I can find a refuge in my mind
    How am I meant to sit here and unwind?
    The planets align
    I feel like I'm cursed
    Feel like I'm cursed to just be here to hurt
    I feel like I'm cursed just to be here to bleed with my demons
    Been feeling this way since birth

    Depression
    I hate you, depression
    I hate you, depression
    I hate you, depression
    I hate you, depression
    I hate you, depression
    I hate you, depression

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    Composición: Ren

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