Song lyrics: aggressive depressives  

Were all Tarred with the same brush. 

Blurry lines as guides.
We don’t like to make a fuss.
So in our spare time. When all our home work is done. It’s time to have fun. With pain. Otherwise how else are we gonna gain. Anything.

We’re the aggressive depressives suppressed by the natives
Hated for as long as you can backdate it.
We are aggressive depressives.
We can’t get back up.
We’re stuck in a rut
Do you think it’s fun.

We’re never in a rush. We’ve always got time. You’ll have to come to visit. Coz were not leaving. our pillow shrine. It’s time to let loose. The monsters in us. It’s time to get gone. From this place and go on the run. Together. Our fantasy only thrives in stormy weather.

We’re the aggressive depressives suppressed by the natives
Hated for as long as you can backdate it.
We are aggressive depressives.
We can’t get back up.
We’re stuck in a rut
Do you think it’s fun.

Now our hearts entangle between the strings. Love isn’t real it’s a fairy tale thing. We don’t believe. I don’t wanna receive anything other than what I deserve.

So just fly away. Leave me in yesterday. I’ll pay for all my mistake with heart ache and mental state. Coz im a regressing. Ain’t that depressing.

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