Verse 1 Stuck in school, don’t get a word, Everything said sounds absurd. Brain says “fail,” chest says “doom,” Storm clouds building in the room. Certain I’m done by half past ten, Academic end at eleven. Look outside — full live show, PE teacher running below. Tie half-off, sprinting fast, Chasing one rogue worksheet blast. Paper winning, dignity vapor. And I laugh. ⸻ Chorus 1 My depression through the years Swore, “This is it. It ends right here.” Cue the strings, fade to grey, Roll the credits, walk away. Big dramatic violins, Black-and-white and paper-thin. But I didn’t get fixed — Just got interrupted By a piece of ducking paper. Woah-oh. ⸻ Verse 2 – Bus ride home, detention done, Exams next week — I’m already done. Throat won’t work, chest goes weak, Future looking bleak by Tuesday week. Spiral quiet, stomach flips, Replaying every tiny slip. Then — sharp and sudden, loud and free, Cackle from across seat three. Two old ladies, full attack, Laughing so hard one leans back. And I crack. ⸻ Chorus 2 My depression through the years Writes disaster in my ears. “Game over. Done. You’re through.” Cue the tragic point of view. But I didn’t get fixed — Just got interrupted By a British cackle. Woah-oh. ⸻ Verse 3 – Lockdown life, Zoom fatigue, Talking squares instead of me. Cancelled plans, “Just two weeks more,” Counting footsteps on the floor. Headlines dark, numbers climb, Doom-scroll till half past nine. Up too late, worst-case spun, Certain this is how it’s done. Then — Furry missile, no debate, Full-face slap like “Oi, mate.” Bitch-slapped by a fucking cat. And I laugh. ⸻ Chorus 3 My depression through the years Swore, “This time it ends right here.” No more jokes, no more escape, Fade to black. Cut the tape. Said, “This one’s final. No rewrite.” Cue the endless, silent night. But I didn’t get fixed — Just got interrupted By a fucking cat. Woah-oh. ⸻ Verse 4 Adult life sucks, rent eats pay, Long-ass hours, hard-ass days. Every shift’s a tightrope test, Trying not to implode from stress. But if rent’s paid, I sleep alright — That’s a quiet win at night. I go to work, let’s be fair, To wind up my bestie there. And yeah, some days I need some help — Hopefully the NHS as well. ⸻ Pre-Final Lift Keep calm, carry on. Donuts when the hope feels gone. Netflix, Prime, YouTube play, Escaping the world in HD. Some days heavy, some days flat — At the end of it, we’re human. That’s that. And I’ve got a fucking cat. ⸻ Final Chorus My depression through the years Still whispers doubt inside my ears. Still dramatic, still sincere, Still convinced the end is near. But I didn’t get fixed — Just got interrupted. And maybe that’s the point of it. Maybe that’s what keeps us here. We need interruptions. We need stupid, random, interruptions. Not cured. Not healed. Just human. Still here. Woah-oh.

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