Depression Dies
You don't look forward when you're reversing
sometimes we run out of track
make sense of all the pain and hurting
to sense more than just black
the future wears a mask, confused shut down by fear
understanding your past and how you got to here
questions which you ask, horrid answers you must hear
once you understand the past your future will appear
I just have to tell you, there is no better feeling,
pain you have to go through, is the only way of healing,
you'll be dancing on the ceiling,
for now don't quit believing
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