Madness Of The Mind
Depression isn’t sadness, It's madness
Not the ones who say I’m so depressed I failed my test
But the cries hidden in the “fines” that cover up the lies
The cries that can not be heard in the light
But in the fright of the night, when the demons hold you tight
You might try to fight them off, but it won’t pay off
For you will learn they are the ones who will lend you an ear when no one is there to hear
You hold onto your demon while your thoughts deepen
The demons you are embracing, while your thoughts are racing, due to the lies your facing, are the reason your heart is breaking
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