Up is the sky,
Up are the clouds that I’m supposed to be on.
Up holds the things I wish to be.
Up is where, where I'd like to be
But I’m destined for doom,
Punished to downers,
Forever held in the grips of depression.
Happiness is forever out of reach.
Forever gone,
And never to be mine
Gone are my ambitions,
Flown are my wishes,
drowned are my hopes,
Dead is me.
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