Depression at Its Peak
Day 2nd
I turn on my music playlist
Searching for playlist called "Depression at Its Peak"
I know the title sounds too corny, but what the hell, my playlist, my rules
I try to sing alongside with the singers, enjoying those scar filled songs
Those kind of songs you will call "It's really me"
When the singers sing the low note, I try to tone my voice down
I suddenly feel blue
When the singers sing the high note, I try to tone my voice up
I suddenly feel hyped up
It's magical yet creepy,
How songs can manipulate your moods, your feelings,
when you visualize the meaning behind those music notes, in your abstract mind
It's fascinating yet unnerving,
