My Best Friend is Depressed
You see a world of black and white
I see a world full of color
Where you see a river too wide to cross
I find the bridge to go over
But we both have eyes to see
And ears to hear
So tell me this my dear friend
Why is it that when I see a new beginning
You see a dead end?
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