Sometimes
Fighting Past Depression And Anxiety
Sometimes I can't find the words
That fill my messy head.
Can't find the effort to smile
Or get out of my silly old bed.
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Sometimes I can't find the words
That fill my messy head.
Can't find the effort to smile
Or get out of my silly old bed.
Work hard, my weary body, please.
There's lots that must be done.
These strange old times I've never known
Have only just begun.
One day I will be back,
And we'll be smiling face to face.
The worries of the last few weeks
Will be gone and all erased.