Under lieing depression,has me locked down in my room,is it your lieing or my depression that has watered my garden of confusion,i should pull the weeds that are growing between the crops,feel better all ready just taking some direction thats movin away from you,under lying depression things seem to turn into one,where are my blue swede shoes,i will make some consessions that will help me make it through the night,maybe i should just count my blessings,enjoy mornings first light,cant put a lable on it,under lieing,depressing isn't.