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Saosin - I Can Tell
Saosin - Bury Your Head
Bleeding Through - What I Bleed Without You
Smoke or Fire - Cryin' Shame
Not very depressing really : / more like generic emo
I would suggest The Drugs Don't Work by The Verve. The songs about his dad dying from cancer
Spoiler:
The Drugs Don't Work - The Verve
All this talk of getting old
All this talk of getting old
It’s getting me down my love
It’s getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I’m comin’ down
This time I’m comin’ down
And I hope you’re thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
And I hope you’re thinking of me
Now the drugs don’t work
As you lay down on your side
They just make you worse
Now the drugs don’t work
But I know I’ll see your face again
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face again
Now the drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face again
Now the drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
But I know I’m on a losing streak
But I know I’ll see your face again
’cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I’ll sing in your ear again
But I know I’m on a losing streak
’cause I passed down my old street
Now the drugs don’t work
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
They just make you worse
And I’ll sing in your ear again
But I know I’ll see your face again
’cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I’m coming, too
Now the drugs don’t work
Just like you said, you leave my life, I’m better off dead
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face again
All this talk of getting old
It’s getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
’cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I’m coming, too
This time I’m comin’ down
Just like you said, you leave my life, I’m better off dead
Now the drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
All this talk of getting old
But I know I’ll see your face again
It’s getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
’cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I’m coming, too
This time I’m comin’ down
Just like you said, you leave my life, I’m better off dead
But if you wanna show, just let me know
Now the drugs don’t work
And I’ll sing in your ear again
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face again
Now the drugs don’t work
They just make you worse
But I know I’ll see your face again
’cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I’m coming, too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I’m better off dead
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face again
But if you wanna show, just let me know
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face again
And I’ll sing in your ear again
I’m never going down, I’m never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Now the drugs don’t work
I’m never coming down, I’m never going down
They just make you worse
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
But I know I’ll see your face again
(repeat and fade out)
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face again
Yeah, I know I’ll see your face again
I’m never going down, I’m never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I’m never coming down, I’m never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
(repeat and fade out)
or Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd
Spoiler:
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.