Now I lay me down to rest
a second time we’ve failed the test
and when the world wants us to burn
I’ll shrug and know it’s just our turn.
Ready or Not to Die
When my depression is bad, I feel ready.
Now I lay me down to rest
a second time we’ve failed the test
and when the world wants us to burn
I’ll shrug and know it’s just our turn.
When my depression is bad, I feel ready.
Joy doesn’t feel welcoming. Listening to our pain would be.
It’s a new Cold War, but this time it’s just us.
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