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by BornAgainWriter Jul 24, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I thought I knew you, But now I don't, It's past my curfew, I heard the cuckoo. I have to go now, and never look back, You messed up pal, you were wack. Moving on, Looking up, Grab my crayon, and color me happy. I color a house just for me, with flowers surrounding, and only I can see, So quit asking. I color me a blue sky, With fluffy clouds to fill, Next a purple butterfly, soaring around a treadmill. I color me a person, That I know won't come to life, Until I clap my heels, Asking god "Oh why?". "Oh why" can't I have him, That person who makes me smile, Someone who won't dim, My world, and make it worthwhile.