The adolescence of my discontent

depression doesn't suit me.

It isnt fair
I climbed the ladder
I held you close
I understood
We talked
We laughed
We shared
You, I knew
You knew me
You played
You took
My money
My time
My adoration
My friendship
My love
I gave you mine
(Where is yours?)
It isn't fair

Don't pretend and don't comment, I don't care.