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Depression

It pains me that you would think this,
Just when I begin to adjust, emerge
Send me to hell, a place I never want to go
Why do you do this to me,
Just when I think I'm on a roll,
You begin to make me feel like I'm falling
It angers me
Why do you do this, why, why

Can't you just put up with my depression
Don't make me take the next step
Please don't make me take the next step

I don't want to be like Kurt Cobain
Please don't put me through this
Just when I think I'm doing well, high in the sky
I fall down, shot down over the red water
I try to relieve stress, only to be in distress
Why do you do this, why, why

Can't you just put up with my depression
Don't make me take the next step
Please don't make me take the next step

Why, why, why, why this, why now
Can't it wait, can't it never happen, why
I thought I was on track, friends, a life
Obviously not, obviously not, why, why, why
Can't you just put up with my depression
Don't make me take the next step
Please don't make me take the next step
(repeat until end)

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