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letra de venlafaxine: a love song - deeps repus

they say evil triumphs when good men do nothing
but when good men do something they get k!lled or they get fired
i’d love to be able to pick up the pieces
but the long and the short of it is i’m far too tired

you caught me at the absolute worst possible time
but honestly any time’s bad for me now
i laugh without thinking to stop myself from crying
and if there’s a better way, please tell me how

i can’t be seen without venlafaxine
cause it’s the only thing that brings me to lucidity
i can’t be seen without venlafaxine
cause it’s the only friend i’ve got and it’s the only friend i need

i feel like a n0bleman buried alive
but without a bell rigged up outside of my casket
as much as i want death, i fear i’m immortal
cause my whole life long i’ve been in h-ll in a handbasket
there’s no real solution to all of my problems
and try as i might nothing quite feels the same
i’d like to go back to when ignorance was bliss
as a nondescript child who never knew pain

save me, make me
not so crazy
my soul’s not meant
to be aching
both my heart and
mind are breaking
when you leave i
beg you, take me

it would be fun to try and see how close i can get to losing my life
without losing my body, without losing my mind
they say suicide is a cowardly thing, but what about about the ones who back out
without kissing the concrete, without kissing the clouds?
everyone talks about finding true love but n0body really knows
without shedding some tears, without shedding some clothes
emotional baggage is a horrible thing but it’s impossible to just let go
without letting it fester, without letting it grow
can someone destroy this pedestal i was born on
cause everyone’s standards have been far too high
and when i f-ck up like i always antic-p-te
no one ever sees with me eye to eye
i can’t handle pressure, i can’t handle shouting
i can’t handle anything, is that my fault?
you can’t really blame me for wanting to end this
and jump off the world with a soul-stopping halt
i’m not fond of people and animals are scared of me
so what does that leave me with when i need to talk?
when n0body listens and n0body notices
and n0body cares, i just feel like a c-ck
the cold chill of winter bites down on my jugular
and i can see nothing but my own rotten breath
should i just point my face toward the sky one of these days
close my eyes tight, and let the hail stone me to death?

- deeps repus

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