
Don't talk to me,
Even I have feelings,
Part of me smiles when,
really all I want to do is
escape from reality,
Sickeningly serenading
Sleep don't come easy,
Episodes of
damnation.
Help!
Age does not protect you from love.
But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
Will you wait for me, or shall I wait for you instead?
Must I stay or must I go? Only God knows.
2 comments:
Nice post, it explains depression well!
Hey thanks pink floyd lol.
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