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It�s Raining Thorns, Sticks & Stones

Lately I�ve been feeling depressed With me depression seems particularly obsessed Depression follows me wherever I go and I confess That because of it I am a complete mess And sometimes I feel like inside of me A volcano is about to erupt That will burn everything in it�s path But hey I don�t give a fuck I try my best to be nice to people Yet I always get fucked over This is why half the time I prefer not to be sober Because it takes my mind off of things Even though it kills my brain cells Versus remaining sober And having to go through all of this hell I feel that I am the reason Why I have no friends Shit mostly I have enemies because on their attitudes Is what our friendship depends Nowadays everybody likes to make me mad But all it becomes is a combination of mad and sad It reminds me of the slogan don�t get mad get glad When really I feel like suffocating myself with a glad bag I keep asking myself that in the end what is to come out of this But I just pay it no mind because ignorance is bliss