Hypocritical depression
I'm depressed, gotta admit Hipocrecy, isn't it? I asked you to get help Sorry but I can't help myself I feel so lonely all the time I wish I was in your arms, But I have to receive you in mine Help you While I'm falling apart And nobody knows I wish I was 6 feet underground In a pretty house A pretty small house Which I can call coffin -la traidora de la especie
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