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Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Numb Seasonal Depression
i'm alone - no one calling i'm an island to myself, and i like it you're the girl - lipstick and flowers you were just too good for me, and you know it sick of crawling sick of falling all i wanted was someone i could count on count on still i try stranded here - hands wet with sorrow spill affection down the drain, like a coward i've gone blind - flashbacks turn grey now i guess i'll never change, so i follow sick of crawling sick of falling all i wanted was someone i could count on count on still i try everytime it smells like the rain i want to cry and so on, and so on is my life the thoughts that tuck me in proceed to break me driven beyond my means i feel i'm breaking all i wanted was someone i could count on count on still i try everytime it smells like the rain i want to cry and so on, and so on is my life the thoughts that tuck me in proceed to break me driven beyond my means i feel i'm breaking the thoughts that tuck me in proceed to break me driven beyond my means i feel i'm breaking sick of crawling sick of falling sick of crawling sick of falling
