depressed ₁₄₋₁₅₋₁₆

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feeling like my road's about to end...
i'm frustrated, tired and abused.
used to have a flying heart, it's about to land.
love is gone, the scores are awful, people acting mad...

mother tends to leave me home alone.
rooms are empty. absence of her laugh.
no one knows my story, gossips come and go.
hands are slowly getting wet - the dying of my soul...

they say that the man's strength has no limit.
the problem is they don't have such experience.
i feel pain won't let go, my friend, please, kill it,
my mind's in mist, there's no one to believe it...

you'd better take your shoes and shut your mouth instead,
that's not that easy as you think it is...
you cannot teach a little girl to play the play pretend,
the acute pain can't just be put on highest highest shelf!

it's all like sudden fire burst
inside the flowered chest.
oh dear, dear Father Frost,
please bring me Everest!

and i don't mean the mountain high,
i'm talking of the mood.
please let the happiness be mine
and everything be good...