These types of nights don't sit right,
Time winds down and my depression hit,
Why me, I feel a past pain,
I thought life taught me well from that situation,
What is there left to gain,
The knowledge we began to take away from every situation,
Its night like these where your heart hurts,
Those people you loved and the bridges that was burned,
The peace you lost, the death of your happiness was the reward,
Touched the ocean full of depression, now I fake a smile,
Where's my crown I called joy, its been a while.
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