Ring-ring,
Phone call from depression.
Head spinning,
My anxiety startin' an aggression. /
.
You said I'm just paranoid,
but this shit is real and i can't control it. /
I just need you to care,
want you to hear the sadness that I want to share. /
.
Still no luck,
You act like you don't give a fuck.
Leaving me here, stuck. /
.
Now I reach my threshold,
feel like I'm in hell but so cold. /
Yeah I know it gets old,
Your feeling to me, not anymore on the topnotch. /
.
Hence,
I send my greetings to the moon,
Good Riddance,
Cause the devil tellin' me I'll die soon.
.
.
ps :
This is The End of My Sessions.
We'll be alright, and We'll be okay.
This is also a tribute to Jarad Higgins R.I.P.
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