this is making me crazy
these black clouds following me
so i look for signs of light
but rarely i see them
i return to my shelter
and i crawl in a bottle
imlosing my wi will for this
so over emotional
black clouds
they rain down but
they can not ki will the sun
confession of depression
this life imsecond-guessing
like ashes to ashes
i always seem to fall down
imtired of running
its time to face my demons
confession of depression
this life imsecond-guessing
my emotions are storming
and tears fall just like rain
pain strikes like lightning
despair is becoming my friend
impushing myself to a point of self-destruction
black clouds
they rain down but
they can not ki will the son inside
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Papa Roach
Snakes :: Papa Roach