Rise up
Depression is the words I spit
voices screaming this is it
I keep moving I won't quit
Show me you
Tell me your story
Show me how to act lagit
Call me up acting all sweet
Swear there different
Their the shit
Get in line
It's time to start the show
IV suffered more then u know
Was a child getting blows
Came up from the darkest lows
Yet everything seams really different now
Holding down a job somehow
Trying to make my father proud
He's up there amongst the clouds
Someday they will sing my songs
Parents screaming
I am wrong kids will listen to go on
Let go of pain held in so long
Just wait till the page is done
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