She plays her skin like a violin
Armed with a shiny mental bow
She moves back and forth tone deaf as death
Her music has no beauty to show
Passion is bled with no words said
For this song is just instrumental
And when the girl falls down with a sound
She can't make it to the recital
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Depression quotes
RandomThis is just a book of quotes about depression and about how I feel. If you don't relate to depression don't read this