My depression tastes like honey wine gone sour
My anxiety manifests and tells my hopes bonsoir
Do I yearn for a sunrise or is that just misogynoir?
Do I expect a surprise or is letting that go the real prize?
Am I one of the real guys? does she realize? Did I idealize?
I mean that a fair deal right? My shame for your eyes,
your lies for my mind, I swear to God I tried.
No one gonna see me cry, not again at least.
I'm the dumbest fuck in the east
Leave myself for the last time so maybe I'll find peace
That's all I can do to tame the belly of my beast.
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