sábado, 12 de novembro de 2011

Routine

It's empty, then it's full
of pain, of agony
My heart hurts in such a way
My mind finds no reason

Everything's ok, just fine
I look around and then,
out of the blue, it attacks me
It gets hard to breathe

And I keep wondering:
Dear Depression, will you ever leave me?

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