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Clinical Happiness

Clinical depression is my middle name,
But ya see, I met myself a boy the other day.
I tried to look the other way,
But what can I say, he was the one that held all the fame.

His eyes hit mine.
My heart started racing.
I don't even know him
He doesn't know me,
But my Lord I love him.

This kid is the coolest,
The sweetest, the cutest,
Absolutely adorable little bean,
And if you were to see him
Well, you would know what I mean.

For the love of life he smiled,
He smiled at me.
You will never understand
Just how happy that made me be,
Oh I just want to make his life indispensible,
Make his life and his struggles amendible.

He's super silly and a nerd,
He's a rice ball if ya haven't heard,
Sweet but savory you don't wanna leave,
But when you're all done ya can't help but greave.
That's alright if you happen to do,
Cause lemme tell you
He'll always be there loving on you.

Although there is something I confess,
Something I rather have to address.
You see, my middle name is clinical depression;
His last name is an anxious expression.
He's got his problems, I've got mine
But baby I swear I'll love him if he just gives me his time.

You see though I must apologize,
I just really can't look him in the eyes,
I only wanna just say one thing,
So bare with me as I try to make this cling:
Medicine won't get you very far in life,
But I'll be your clinical happiness as your wife.