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Dysania
- you ever have a day, or three for me I guess,
- where you can't get the fuck outta bed
- where your in a state of fucking
- Dysania
- Crammed cowering in the corner, praying for protection
- With an objection to the selection, of where Ive been my placing attention
- miserable lying in this bed, tiring to speak a sentence
- perspective is a different dimension take that in consideration
- take this medication your placing in large rations on this patient
- aching to feel something, breaking from this faking not feeling vacant
- discriminated, hated at the least, free from this leash, impeach the beast
- This beast of believes needs to be free among people, no more deceive
- Depressions some real shit, you know it just fucks with your beliefs
- Constant grief without relief, shit broken is where that leads
- So on this eve, haven't escaped lure of lying of in this bed
- ones that lead never stress about the past, na but looked ahead
- haven't left the upper story of my house in prolly forty hours,
- Lack of power, doubt it, it's lack of motivation I've encountered
- To keep me looking downward, doubt is the founder of fails
- overthinking most details tips the scales away from clear prevail
- Hear me out, I'm on top of it, equipped to aquit detrimental shit
- Next day I sit in isolation, compilation of feeling out of place and unfit
- Surrounding by weeds that constrict, but I stick though all the starvation
- No meditation can fix lingering damage from all these medications
- stead of feeing depressed, Sit devoid feel absolutely nothing
- Not trusting these emotions I'm confronting, my whole life I felt disgusting
- discussing me as an inspiration is corrupting the young things
- I'm nothing but a delinquent conducting them to do dumb things
- I lie here gazing at the ceiling reflecting on past behavior
- Try to escape despair, maybe to kids one day I can be a savior
- 5 years ago laying here, this music keep me going with a purpose
- A surplus of confidence I'd purchase, doubts occasionally resurface
- Now I'm sitting here thinking I deserve this, a pity party
- Worse than when I puked at Martis, or the time I puked in her car seat
- Always been precieved as a follower, like that kid couldn't lead
- Now they can't believe I'm doing my own thing, just not planning to leave
- I look defeated, just recharging from mentally depleted
- secret is I'm fatigued from this critique made me ready to concede
- battle shriek before I impede to move foward and stampede
- Always perceived as another follower, but fucker now who leads
- As I speak I'm making my way down the stairs, away from despair
- declared that instead of sitting there, working my hardest right here
- Pack a bowl and were clear to appear I didn't almost leave my career
- I mean it for real don't be a fucking pussy, don't let depression interfere
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