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by Curing the Comon Cliche Apr 11, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
There's no drug for irony If you know what I was thinking You'd be laughing with me Instead of seeing nothing There's no drug for filters If I knew what you don't tell me Well, I don't know and that's the killer Because filters are all I see There's no drug for almosts If I knew what else you almost did I probably would be laughing at those Because it's better then a hurting head There is a drug for pain though Taken with eyelids black All the things I don't know Filters can't go back