by Me, Anthony.
You, are my burden.
You depress me, not caress me.
I oh so bad want a change,
But to you, it’s out of your range.
Call me a prodigy, but I think I’m crazy
Just when did everything get so hazy?
Although I never show it,
Hey. Call me a depressed poet.
If happiness is a virtue, then I’m still searching
Depression and anger, I see it merging.
Call me nonchalant but none of this fazes me
We spend too much time caring for others and not ourselves,
But when is it our time to climb that tree of eternity?
Dark rose never reached the light,
So shoutout every single demise,
Soon I will one day rise.
~Save my Soul, Aero.