We laugh about it,
He and I
He comes into my room
Day and night
We talk about depression
Turn it into a little "session"
The lost boy's understanding
That's my new confession
We pour out our hearts
And just groan some days
We both fall apart
In separate ways
Still, at the same time
I'll tell you right away
This is the time of our lives
These are the glory days
And it's only getting better
I think we both know
A brother who cares
Wherever I go
A punch in the arm
Followed by a grin
He enters every time
And I'm his therapist
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