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, How those songs can fuck up your mind, fuck up your thoughts when you imagine the stories behind those lyrics, in your chaotic mind

And It's relaxing yet eerie, How those songs can read your darkest mind deep buried, when nobody does

But perhaps, perhaps songs really can touch your mind When you are prone to any affection anyone can never grant When you are missing those understanding anyone can never give When you are aching for loneliness, from loneliness That's when you realize, that your depression is at its peak