im getting stressed feeling depressed my friends like me less and less as my life progressed the damaged was assessed and i'm a mess but at least i know it now so i can confess gun get my evil heart out up my chest i'm shore the shore of mind shore will be impressed even if i am the things that they detest i give in to sin when i am pressed when asked for effort i protest any righteousness i have has been suppressed into a hole that formed and then compressed
into a conscience i haven't accessed in years.