Depression leaves me all alone,
And here I stand again...
My soul is cold and hard like stone,
Lost in this bitter rain.
I'll find some dirty place and stay
Inside my graveyard pit.
I'll wash my sorrows all away
To break with this deceit.
A life of dead man isn't sad
Though cruel it may seem.
One who is calm is always glad,
He always stays in dream.
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