My pain is more abstract...na, na, na, nanand greater than yours.nMy tears are more nuanced...na, na, na, nanand deeper than yours.nSo, pity me. Harder, pity me. Faster, pity ME.nMy story's an epic...na, na, na, na,nForget telling yours.nnYou can try,nbut your stock strifenwon't win mynDepression Contest.nnMy parents were absent...na, na, na, nanand meaner than yours.nThe damage was glamourous...na, na, na, nanand SOOO more than yours.nThat's why I'm this...why I can't do that...why I'm just not...THIS.nMy reasons are precious...na, na, na, na.nand better than yours.nnYou can try.nYou can cut and slice.nIt's skin deep in mynDepression Contest.nnI win. I win. I win. I win.nI win. I win. I win. I win.nI lose. I lose. I lose. I lose.nnMy pain is my handshake...na, na, na, na.nIt's firmer than yours.nMy tears are my make-up...na, na, na, na.nIt sparkles and charms.nI'm such a freak...such a little freak...such a little...nMy story's my mantra...na, na, na, na.nIt cradles and arms.nnYou can trynYou can crocodile cry.nBut, it's the time of my life...nDepression Contest.n