the depression
sometimes i find myself falling... falling deeper into a hole... a hole filled with dirt... dirt i placed on top of myself
why can't i see it.. see it before its too late.. too late for me to breath.. to breath "my" own air
seems to me like this thing personafies itself.. makes itself hollow.. hollow like i feel sometimes
and its like i always.. i mean it always finds me.. finds me even if i don't even see it coming
So many days come and go and i wish i could just relive them but time is one thing that doesn't just rewind; there's no do-overs.. JUST ROLL THE DICE
why can't i see it.. see it before its too late.. too late for me to breath.. to breath "my" own air
seems to me like this thing personafies itself.. makes itself hollow.. hollow like i feel sometimes
and its like i always.. i mean it always finds me.. finds me even if i don't even see it coming
So many days come and go and i wish i could just relive them but time is one thing that doesn't just rewind; there's no do-overs.. JUST ROLL THE DICE
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