Therapy Through Song Parody

I’m depressed, I’m depressed
Lying flat upon my chest
Feel like decades-old molasses
To despair, I’ve acquiesced
Twenty years of guilt and pain
Crushes down upon my brain
So I composed this little ditty
To convey my deep self-pity
What’s the point? What can I do?
Each day brings be closer to
A nervous wreck as my therapist will attest
Foresee a gloomy fate
Can’t even masturbate
I’m depressed, I’m depressed, I’m depressed