Depression
The chest aches.
The emotions swell.
It's too late to apply the brakes,
Because I already rell.
A face with no expression.
A heart far from repair.
Nothing strikes an impression,
For I am prepared.
Happiness is forbidden.
Loneliness is the only desire.
Your appearance has been ridden,
From my eyes 'til death fall upon you.
The chest aches.
The emotions swell.
It's too late to apply the brakes,
Because I already rell.
A face with no expression.
A heart far from repair.
Nothing strikes an impression,
For I am prepared.
Happiness is forbidden.
Loneliness is the only desire.
Your appearance has been ridden,
From my eyes 'til death fall upon you.
The chest aches.
The emotions swell.
It's too late to apply the brakes,
Because I already rell.
A face with no expression.
A heart far from repair.
Nothing strikes an impression,
For I am prepared.
Happiness is forbidden.
Loneliness is the only desire.
Your appearance has been ridden,
From my eyes 'til death fall upon you.
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