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I Am Sitting Here All Depressed (Jason Smith- Lafayette, LA)


I am sitting here all depressed,

Wondering how I got into this mess.

Did not see what was wrong with me,
I thought you were the answer praise to thy.

I wonder if you know to this day,
How happy I am that you are gay.

To have someone so young and smart,
Gave new found meaning to my heart.

Oh baby don’t you know,
That you are sweet like newly fallen snow.

I wish I was there to give you a hand,
Because that’s what I do if I was your man.

I wish I was stronger then I am,
Then maybe I could pull myself out of this jam.

It is bad enough to be lonely and gay,
Then to have your heart and love just ripped away.

To then have your career pulled out from you,
It is like bend over your getting screwed.

If I did not care for my family and friends,
I would find a means to put this to an end.

But they say that if you do,
Then your soul is eternally screwed.

So now I sit here alone and wonder,
Would I be better six feet under?

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