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What Can I Say?
1 ReviewsThis isn't some high-paid, high school commercial.
What
can I
say? I don’t
know how to tell
you I’m not okay. This isn't a high
paid
high school
commercial
about dealing
with depression. I’m not an actor.
Like
doctors
I talk to
I’m living in
a glass cage. Where people are looking in
on
me and
my hopeless
life. Do you see
what I see? Do you choke down bitter pills?
Where
in my
not-so-sane
reality
I’m a shadow of a smile, floating on
left
over
highs of a
good day. I am not perfect, as you can
see.
I just
want to be
heard. Let my voice
ring loud and clear, before it is silenced.
So
before
I settle
down in this cold
coffin you built me after you found out
You
have to
understand.
What can I say?
Rate and review, y'all. I mean, if ya like it. Depression makes a person very creative, eh?
can I
say? I don’t
know how to tell
you I’m not okay. This isn't a high
paid
high school
commercial
about dealing
with depression. I’m not an actor.
Like
doctors
I talk to
I’m living in
a glass cage. Where people are looking in
on
me and
my hopeless
life. Do you see
what I see? Do you choke down bitter pills?
Where
in my
not-so-sane
reality
I’m a shadow of a smile, floating on
left
over
highs of a
good day. I am not perfect, as you can
see.
I just
want to be
heard. Let my voice
ring loud and clear, before it is silenced.
So
before
I settle
down in this cold
coffin you built me after you found out
You
have to
understand.
What can I say?
Rate and review, y'all. I mean, if ya like it. Depression makes a person very creative, eh?
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