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It's okay to be depressed.
It's okay to find that the world won't make a lot of sense, when we're waiting and trying and living and dying. All for love.
But love was never easy. We didn't cling, and we didn't capture because we didn't sing the song.
Who says that love is wrong? Like a dove that has too many feathers, we're constantly judged, pissed off and measured by the way we kill time.
Desperately. Hurt me with a knife, then bury me slowly, painfully. Make me bleed so I can feel the burning sensation of lust.
Give me a rush. Give me a choice between running and still, and I'll break down a little. Just a little, for you.
We live and we die. Covering up the lie with make-up and dark colours. Pain. It's easy to see. But we're too silent, until someone dies.
Get lost in the moment. Remember to lie. Smile, hide the tears. Let the fears go.
As they will choke and suffocate, until we beg to breathe.
We beg to see the world as we want it. Without judgement or pain. Fantasies that we all paint inside our minds. Words let the wound run deep.

Sit in a hospital bed. Stare at the ceiling. There's nothing more they can do for you.
Write words along imaginary walls that someone will find one day. Express the desire to undress the lies. Make the world an honest place. A little boy is heartbroken today. His girlfriend let him go.
Leave your footprint on the world. So we can remember you.

~End~

Description
It's okay to be depressed.
It's okay to find that the world won't make a lot of sense, when we're waiting and trying and living and dying. All for love.
But love was never easy. We didn't cling, and we didn't capture because we didn't sing the song.
Who says that love is wrong? Like a dove that has too many feathers, we're constantly judged, pissed off and measured by the way we kill time.
Desperately. Hurt me with a knife, then bury me slowly, painfully. Make me bleed so I can feel the burning sensation of lust.
Give me a rush. Give me a choice between running and still, and I'll break down a little. Just a little, for you.
We live and we die. Covering up the lie with make-up and dark colours. Pain. It's easy to see. But we're too silent, until someone dies.
Get lost in the moment. Remember to lie. Smile, hide the tears. Let the fears go.
As they will choke and suffocate, until we beg to breathe.
We beg to see the world as we want it. Without judgement or pain. Fantasies that we all paint inside our minds. Words let the wound run deep.

Sit in a hospital bed. Stare at the ceiling. There's nothing more they can do for you.
Write words along imaginary walls that someone will find one day. Express the desire to undress the lies. Make the world an honest place. A little boy is heartbroken today. His girlfriend let him go.
Leave your footprint on the world. So we can remember you.

~End~