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I feel it start creeping and my moods start to change,

A heart of blame is what I have- Cuz I know I'm not the same.

I try to prevent myself or at least make it lessen,

But it's inevitbale to happen as I slip into depression.

Another session is underway as I feel the tension building,

This time I guess it's fate but it's ruining what I've been building.

The healing has now ceased but the disease begins to spread,

They say it's easy to beat because it's all inside your head.

Instead you crawl inside your bed- Knees tucked, fetus position,

You knew it'd follow you 'till your dead but didn't know it'd be so persistant.

You do everything to resist it- But it's twisted up inside you,

There's really nothing wrong that's why you ask the quetion "Why you?"

And though you try to, you can't-  It won't let you fight back,

It's almost as though it teases- In your face asking "How you like that?"

'Cuz it's right back, and your right back- To that place you'd thought youd left,

When it had you down for the count and you felt you fought off death.

But now you've caught your breath and it's back for another spin,

This Life is worse thsn Death but you fight 'till the very end.

And that very end is very near- Unless you win this round too,

But you know it'll be right back just as soon as this rounds through.