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Depression Repression

They say the devil takes many forms
They say there is no magic pill
I've felt proof of both
The love each one helped to kill

There was a beautiful girl
Laying in bed next to me
I knew she was there
It was plain to see

Dark hair and green eyes closed
The light of all my life
She made me a better me
I told her every night

Her electric skin
Charged my lagging heart

With every new touch
Anew my love would start

Neither of us were perfect
She had her problems, I had mine
Though I never knew sleeping
Was considered a warning sign

She had a prescription
The doctor said she'd need
It was supposed to keep her well
She began dying so healthily

It cast as spell on her
Dark as any ever known
Seems the magic of this medicine
Its ability to suppress hormones

And the days went on
Each night just a little more
She was tired all the time
I had no idea what was in store

At first she kept me at a distance
Only once in a while
Then it was every night
I began to feel vile

I thought it was me
That she wasn't attracted to
And all my insecurities
Began to shine through

I tried everything I could think of
To get her to come around
But none of it ever worked
Her passion never got off the ground

Roses and candlelight
Sweet talk and sensual things
I caressed her so softly
But her response was only a sting

I wanted her so badly
But every night it got a little worse
Who knew something so simple
Could feel like such a curse

She didn't feel anything was wrong
Because she didn't feel anything at all
An echo of who she used to be
Was all she was after all

I never gave up
But I did give in
I didn't know what else to do
So I turned to sin

I was only twenty
And a fool at best
I thought that every love
Was as good as the next

After she was gone
I knew what I had done
Given away the best part of me
For just a little fun

Now here I sit
Alone and typing away
Hoping anything tomorrow
Could be brighter than today

I pushed away my sun
And now it's dark all the time
I didn't understand her depression
But I'm all too familiar with mine

They say the devil takes many forms
They say there is no magic pill
Here's proof, a dead love
That could have been, but never will

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