I don't know what depression is,they tell me.

Because I don't cry enough. I don't cry enough, therefore it doesn't qualify as depression.

Because I don't cry in your presence, you dumbass...and because I tell you everything.

Yes, you carry on thinking that.

'You're so vain; you probably think this song is about you, don't you?'

Hey, the word dumbass rox, doesn't it?

Anyway, they're all dumbasses. I'm a dumbass too, I know that. I know that well enough, the cats claws didn't make those cuts.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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