It's hard to let yourself feel loved
When you can't get out of bed,
Brush your teeth or wash your sheets,
Change your clothes... cause nothing fits
Anymore. And then you remember
It's the seasonal and monthly curse.
Cause every month feels like September,
And every day's a Monday. No purpose,
Nothing is strong enough to get you going,
You're always sad, your eyes stopped glowing.
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