The death of you, the death of me
Thats all I ever seem to see
I don't understand, so i don't know why,
Why this flashes through my mind
It makes me depressed beyond beleif,
But that doesn't mean I can't be me
I'll smile' I'll laugh
I'll joke here and there
But I can still feel the distant depression in the air
The death of you, the death of me
Thats all I ever seem to see
I don't understand, so I dont know why,
Maybe its the depression seeping in my mind
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Poetry Pot
الشعرThe words are a jumble in my head, And they're trying to make their escape. So I grab some paper and lead, In order to get them straight. But they're jumbled around mixing together, Like some kind of Stew. So I put them all in a pot An offered to sh...
