Even when I'm happy or sad.
Stressed out or mad.
I'm troubled when I hear the word.... death.
What if it's me?
Were everybody is dressed in black.
I'm buried 6ft under.
I'm troubled.
I'm depressed and upset.
I'm troubled.
I'm tired and trying to rest.
Can't sleep or eat.
I'm troubled.
Because I'm mad
And thinking about what people think of me.
I'm troubled
I can't see........
me..
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