Cast me into a state of depression,
A place I’ve been many times before,
Let’s call it my profession.
This lonely ride i’m on,
I guess they call it life.
Still trying to figure this shit out,
It starts again.
When will i feel the presence of progression?
When one moment it being in my possession,
The down’s come tumbling,
One after the other in succession.
I tried a one-on-one session,
But my facial expression alone told her,
Depression has taken it’s position.
A greater ambition lies deep inside,
To avoid usual tradition,
Pretending that everything’s fine.
See I’m no tactician,
That’s my personal omission.
So it is what it is,
I am who i am,
I refuse to be partitioned.
So i speak from the heart,
The strongest ammunition.
I won’t go further in-depth,
I despise repetition.
If you running away from love,
Man that’s basically malnutrition.
But come book yourself in,
My so-called dietician.
Written By: Matthew Taylor