Not going to say it's mind blowing or anything, but it is one of the few decent stories about depression. It finds a good balance of presenting what's wrong with the character without laying it on thick and trying to make you feel sorry for them.

You see my swag, Now you wanna come and give me all this drag
I think you better back, back
Because my hand is itching to give you a smack
What's your name again, Jack?
It's the end of the road, ain't no turning back
Don't let the fly taste fool you
Matter of fact, it's about time that I school you
Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry
I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
A little birdie chirped of your flurry

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