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Melancholy


What's the reason for all this madness All these pensive thoughts And there's no reason for this sadness I feel as if the world is turning in my thoughts and my brain is the axis All this aggravation trying to find the light but I'm blinded by the tears while I'm laying on the mattress Just a realm of confusion Tired of staring at this blank canvas But all the attention is amusing Feel like the depression over the years had a big part in this I want to find the guy who once said the world was a bliss Then I wanna show him all the struggle that he missed But lemme not forget all the times I would reminisce Raise your hand if you used to call Mary Jane the miss But to be honest I'm trying to find the good in all of this God can you come and bring me the light When I chase after my goals father would I use every bit of my might Or would the melancholy visions distract me with a little hint of the spite I can do anything through him who give me strength But felt a little weak when I had to think about why im so sad that day on February the 10th This melancholy vibe is feeling a little too tense I'm tired of following this path to lead me to the reason for this sorrow.... But I'm running towards nothing My heart told me he would reveal the answer but over the years I could tell he was bluffing My eyes started turning red from the tears. It looked as if my eyes started blushing Trying to proceed through this path of stress in the world . But There's no rushing We have too much to learn and so many paths to walk before my feelings start aching and my heart starts bugging Over the years the Melancholy notion goes away though. Finally!! But its not over . You start to realize there was no reason for you to be that sad All this time I was mad at the world and dissed all these opportunities that I had Now I can realize why I was so mad I was blinded By the vision of seeing society in a bad way I guess I exaggerated when I felt degraded when they didnt hear what I say But at the end you have to regain some clarity of mental health Block out those dark figures coming up behind ya like a form of stealth But sometimes you have to cancel out those roaming sad thoughts And think about the result in the future Who here was asked once What do you want to be in life And was tired of saying nothing My main goal in life is to walk through my negative state of mind and proceed to be something Melancholy
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