I sit, depressed, in the darkened room
Swoon
Depression's daft drama changes the pace
I race
towards my bed where I can finally lay my head
I said,
"goodnight world, goodnight peace,
my dreams are coming soon like turmoil in the Mid-East."
I will wake to tomorrow's tomorrow
and on that day I'll end my sorrow
it's coming soon so depressed in this darkened room
I still swoon.
Waking to the new days dawn
the day that will seem like tomorrow,
I hold onto a vision, the only one-
Good morning world, what a beautiful sun.
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