[Verse 1]

Oh wow, look at us, still doing this,
Still turning breakdowns into bonding bliss.
New year, same void, different font,
Growth arc loading… oh wait, it won’t.

We tried therapy, journaling too,
Watched one TED Talk, called it “breakthrough.”
Different coping, same dead stare,
Guess we upgraded our despair.

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[Chorus]

Cheers to us, the “healing” ones,
Progress pics with haunted eyes!
Raise a glass to fake rebounds—
Guess we’re thriving in disguise!

Oh wow, what a glow-up scene,
Same old ache but better hair!
Let’s all clap for minimal change—
Still united in despair!

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[Verse 2]

Hold my hand, we’ll circle back,
Same old triggers, new life hack.
Say “it’s fine” with practiced grace,
While dissociating face-to-face.

Tell me you’re “working on your pain,”
I’ll say “same” and change the name.
We don’t spiral, no, we cope—
(We just renamed dread to hope.)

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[Chorus]

Cheers to us, the coping crew,
Breathing apps and empty stares!
Raise a glass to feeling “okay”—
Still united in despair!

Oh wow, such emotional range,
Laughing through the damage there!
Sing it soft, but sing it proud—
Still united in despair!

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[Bridge]

Oh don’t worry, this is growth!
(We’re just sad, but now it’s cute.)
Let’s normalize being broke inside—
Put it on a tote bag too!

We don’t need help, we’ve got memes!
(And three alarms we still ignore.)
Healing’s real, we swear it is—
We just haven’t felt it yet… or before.

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[Verse 3]

Oh but hey, at least we tried!
(Checklist trauma—certified!)
We didn’t fix it, didn’t flee,
But wow, we talked about it, see?

Raise a toast to almost fine,
To “someday” that crossed the line.
Still standing here, emotionally bare—
Proudly, loudly,
united in despair.

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[Outro – Even More Self-Aware]

(Okay but seriously, this one’s a bop.)
(This is unhealthy but extremely catchy.)
(Someone’s crying, someone’s clapping.)
(Is this community or just group sadness?)
(Anyway—stream it, share it, feel seen.)
(Nothing heals like relatability.)

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[Grand Finale]

(Female screamed)
“Raise a toast! Don’t ask me why!
To all the help we didn’t buy!
To coping phrases, empty air!
To being—
STILL united in despair!”