Wait of Depression
Wait for a second
Seconds turn to thirds
And I don’t think I got enough on my end
You should have a weird feeling in your gut
Cause I do
A dark figure behind you
whispering my thoughts
Can you hear
It will smear hints in your vents, so all you breathe is babble
Saying things that people like me say when traveling
Room to room
Darkness as doom so we walk with no lights on
Claiming to hold the lamp
And the front door leads to a life we once knew
And the back door helps ease the mixing of the two
Sit, sit, shit and sit
And get to a point where you wont forget
Along with happiness, I’ve earned this blessing
The experience in a Wait of Depression










