Deep Depression
I'm living with this devastation,
the lost of my love
The pain cuts deep,
deeper than a drawer filled with knives
My breaths are filled with anguish
and my days with deep depression
Oh sweet God, the pain and sorrow,
just keeps rushing in like the water from a broken dam
Can I go and cry another day
my eyes have run dry
So I take out my guitar
and I play the deepest of blues
I sing till I can sing no more...
my voice abandons me
Inspired by Joe Bonamassa's Pain and Sorrow.
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