What Is It
What is it when ur lonely but free
and which point do i realise I, am not me
If the eyes cant tell the story
there's no pureness to my soul
The reasons i'm not sure of
the sorrow i just know
there is a great deepness
where within i am my own weakness
The sun may shine in crowded places
but within the confines of these spaces
the rain does pour and the wind does blow
but these tablets make me go with the flow
Now is it self repression
to deny any or all depression
to take that pill day by day
leaving you in a somber way
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