All your days are gray
For what else can I say?
Sorry to be at your dismay
Hope it turns in for a better day
Always gets better
Don't be a regretter
Think you're depresssed
That's what you've confessed
In time, it'll improve
When you make your move
It's blackened your thoughts
Tried to connect the dots
It's what your mind soughts
Slowly your mind just rots
You see degeneration quicken
Your body is sickened
Now you've been stricken
Clarity tryin' to flicker in
You feel disorganized
Slowly cut down to size
It's quite a big surprise
That's what you realize
It's quite confouding
As what is a founding
Now you're just doubting-
and continually shouting
