| Crestfallen and dejected
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| Wracked with disorder and guilt
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| Fleeting successes are empty and crumbling
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| On foundations of trivia, built
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| Pills to ease your suffering are Pyrrhically proposed
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| Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose?
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| Up the dose
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| A cursory inspection and you’ll be diagnosed
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| Up the dose
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| Anxiety eats at your stomach
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| A feeling you’ve come to accept
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| The ephemeral comfort of self aggrandizement
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| A promise not easily kept
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| A life spent with banality and platitudes, engrossed
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| Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose?
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| Up the dose
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| A cursory inspection and you’ll be diagnosed
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| Up the dose
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| Apathy, passivity
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| Vexation is enshrouded in a chemical gloss
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| Impenitent, irrelevant
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| Your lack of personality is no great loss
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| The potions take their toll
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| Your will is bought and sold
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| And broken mind made whole
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| Tablets imbibed with detachment
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| A fixed and emotionless smile
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| Reality looms with a tenebrous grin
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| From the dregs in the pharmacist’s vial
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| Refill your prescription for the spectacles of rose
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| Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose?
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| Up the dose
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| A cursory inspection and you’ll be diagnosed
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| Up the dose
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| Drifting through life in a fugue state
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| Your brain all but rotten away
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| To audit behaviour was never an option
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| You opted for mental decay
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| Hazy dreams of life before your mind was comatose
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| Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose?
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| Up the dose
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| A cursory inspection and you’ll be diagnosed
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| Up the dose |