What fall in love feels like but the depressed neighbor plays that song one hour in a row 

i want to leave a bouquet of flowers at their doorstep

When you probably are the depressed neighbor 😂

Request day idk: Feeling good by michael buble but you just killed your husband

this perfectly describes a scene in a book that I'm currently writing

I want to cry everytime I hear this song. I want cry all night, for the pain, the loss, the heartache. At the same time I want to scream, laugh and dance till I collapse. The longing, sorrow, nostalgia, beauty, hope, resignation. Combine into a feeling so unrecognizable that I can't put it into words I just want to weep all night and day.

i can't get enough of the depressed neighbor lore

*pov:* your neighbor is a vampire and you’re the descendant of the woman who broke his heart

I clicked so fast because I need to know what my depressed neighbor's love life looks like now.

Imagine: It’s raining outside.Your a 92 years old widow sitting alone in your living room. You find a picture of your lover that passed away in WW2,and start to remember all the memories and adventures you went on together. As time goes on these memories become more and more vivid. To the point where you can see him standing before you. You stand up and go put a kettle of tea on the stove. You pour a cup for him and for yourself. You then realize that you were only imagining him. You start to cry.

request: can’t help falling in love but you’re holding your best friend that youre in love withs drink at party so they can dance with their partner (i’m requesting it again i hope you don’t mind)

Day 1: Howls moving castle but you’re in an empty ballroom dancing with the love of your life while there’s a raging storm outside

Hi, i hope you see this. Maybe someday, when all is right and well with the world. Let's try again. A second chance.

You just wanted to be with her on the grass looking at the pure sky that has a tiny eternal end, feel how the earth electrocuted you gently, friendly, A lapse of electric shock of a millennium of ten blinks And the lava ran all over when you knew it was there with you, they were falling into the same endless pit The airbag did not work, and the well lengthens its eternity to make you suffer more, To make you love more You want to reach the sea of open ends, perhaps have no conclusion, you're just looking for a perfect ending for you But you don't find yourself, you look under the stones and in the pans. In the tops of the pines In the kettle that kept following you with its eyes. from that shelf so distant it didn't seem important But now it's just dry energy, tired of getting soaked and drowning so many times in the same day. Speeds Outdated records Shells that indicate rain Unarmed you collapse with the mountain And you are stone And you are land And you are human And you are water And you are mud And you are war And you are the peace I was looking for. Reaching, reaching the center of the maze spiral. At the hospital, Sounds travel in time The planets take out plane tickets smell of disinfectant under the floor. (Hope you like it)

Okay, I’ve said it once before. Sunlight by Hozier, but you’re Icarus flying too close to the sun. I just would love to see that in one of your videos.

try to imagine this: You were there, at your house, inside in your funereal bedroom, you're sitting on a couch nearby your windowpane, feeling the breeze of loneliness and the dark starry skies full of stars caught your attention and you can't help staring at those stars in the sky and the wind of love and sadness came in to your bedroom. You gave yourself a nap while watching the stars up above because you're tired at anything around you. But then all of the sudden, your eyes are slowly shut and you're about to sleep. As you close your lovely eyes, you can only see the darkness, literally! When you close them both, a soothing sounds of a piano suddenly entered on your ears. You feel the pain within the rhythm in every notes of the sounds, it gave you a lot of vibes but as you notice, it's near, the sounds are nearly or you actually heard it nearby. You had no choice, you opened up your eyes with a little shock in it, as you swiftly stood up from the couch you sat. You need to find that sound and you emotionally loved that sound. You walked as fast as you could in order to find that music. As you fastly ran away from the stairwell of your house and hurriedly went out of your house. The surroundings is quite silent and filled with despair, you looked all around to find it but sadly you didn't know where it located. Until, you saw your neighbour's house, the light is still shining like the stars in the night and glad you already know where that music came from but you wanted to know who played it and observe it. You gently went closer to the windowpane where the light was still glowing. As you finally arrived at the window, you hid a little bit so he won't feel bothered by you. You secretly looked at your neighbour playing a lovely yet heartbreaking piece that lighten your heart. You finally realized it was your neighbour playing the song with his tears in his eyes, dropping through his cheeks, as it fell off to the keys of the piano. Then, you remembered the day when he was still inlove with his past lover. The day when he still wears his wonderful smile on his face, and the day when his life was joyful when he and his past lover were still inlove. You felt the pain within his heart, in every key in his piano can burst you into tears. He fastly played the song with a little bit grace because of a strong agony of love in his heart. While you're watching him playing his piano, you accidentally knock the windowpane by your own fist which it made him a little bit disturbed. But it was just an accident for you, you immediately looked away from the windowpane and chasing your breathe, but it seems like he didn't care about it or maybe he's depressed that's why he's tired of looking at things that cause him pain. You felt sad about him and you can't make him smile again because love betrayed him. You had nothing to do, you went back at your house with a sorrowful expression on your face, as you looked back, you didn't even notice that your neighbour just opened the window for you but it was too late, he saw you walking away from his gloomy home and return yourself at you house. He was too late to showcase it to you, he gracefully closed his window with sad look on his face, you went again to your house and closed the door immediately. While climbing the stairs, you still heard the piano playing as it played as fast as it can and made it louder. But you didn't care about it because you think that your neighbour doesn't want your help. You closed the door of your room and leaned back on the door while hearing those sounds. You're also as depressed as your neighbour but not that much. You heard the pain of music and love, you can't stop wiping all those tears that fell off from your eyes. You intentionally closed your eyes to feel the sounds again by hearing it with all of your heart. Because you do believe that IN EVERY MUSIC THEY PLAYED, THERE'S A BURIED STORY BEHIND IT. thank you, guys for reading this, i just wanted to share you this POV thingy lol this is only my imagination while listening to this song, sorry for those grammatical errors, English isn't my first language that I learned nor spoke, huhuhu. Have fun imagining ;)

Day two of asking for This December by Ricky Montgomery but you’re snowed in.

I have seriously a depressed neighbord but he only shout to his dog.

This is not helpful, I'm trying to stop crying, go to RU-vid and then find this jsksjsksjskjsjsksksks

it's me i'm the neighbor

"it's not too late to be with me" your midsection was pressed against the cold balcony as you looked into the dark sky avoiding eye contact with him because you felt guilty whenever you looked into his eyes. "i cant it will kill her." he spoke softly behind you. the music pouring outside from the ballroom was delicate and mysterious; it made you remember why you came here tonight. you loved him. you saw a thin tall figure peek out from the double set of doors as she was looking for her soon to be husband. "oh there you are! ive been looking all over the place for you." your best friend grabbed the man you loved by the hand to lead him back inside. he turned to face you one last time and mouthed to you: "im so sorry." you stood out there and took one last breath of your dignity before you headed back inside to their rehearsal dinner.

I’m picturing a scene where the hero and villain are slow waltzing together then as the music swells, the villain escapes through the open window and the hero can only reach the window after the villain is long gone.

Request: Life is Beautiful by Lana Del Rey but it is not

pov: you're with your husband. it's a late October night, so you've put the fire on and shut all the windows. you can still hear the rain battering the windows. you go to the record player, and put this on. you walk towards him, and lean in. as you put your arms on his waist, you feel a shiver. you see the window facing the road. it's open. you hear him whisper 'it was all a lie'. suddenly, you're back. you are the windows, your tears the rain. you can't stop, no matter what. your hands are aching, but you can't stop. you can feel your eyes drooping shut, but you can't stop. you can hear him, his footsteps slowly getting closer, tapping on the icy stone floor. you can feel a drop of rain on your forehead, but you can't stop to wipe it away. how long, you think, he has to stop at some point, you think. silence. you can't stop, but you hear nothing. no breathing, no tapping footsteps, nothing. as you near the end of what must have been the 100th time reciting the piece, you slowly turn around. nothing. just a void of darkness and empty space.

Day:4 of recommendations country roads but your locked in a trunk

Imma go to bring the neighbour some cookies and hot milk

Song suggestion: big yellow taxi, but your childhood home is being turned into a parking lot.

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BY ONE DIRECTION BUT AS THE POLICE RESCUED YOU FROM YOUR KIDNAPPER YOU REALIZED YOU FEEL IN LOVE WITH THEM!!!!

I hope we become friends with the depressed neighbor, and we can start playing happy music together at 2am

i was all over her (by salvia palth) but there’s a thunderstorm and you’re wondering where it all when wrong

Dynamite by BTS but it's playing at a club while you're waiting at the line

this makes me want to write a dark academia book about lesbians and murder yea i’ll edit this if i do btw

pov: you're the depressed neighbour

this sounds exactly like falling in love, it's so pretty, but in some parts you can feel the pain

Pov: my neighbor hears this everynight

I’m the depressed neighbour lmao

Request: "Cigarettes and coffee" by Otis Redding but you're late talking with the love of your live "After hours" by The Weeknd but you're escaping from your killer "Honeymoon" by Lana del Rey but you've killed your husband/wife

Just a thought: Nearer my god to thee violin but the titanic is sinking and everyone is crying and screaming in the background Just a thought🤷🏾‍♀️

Oh hey there, Keep up the good edits, Love listening to them on a chill day!

pov: You're sitting on the balcony, the cold air brushing against your soft cheeks. A warm tear rolls down your cheek, slowly more and more flows from your eyes to your lips making your face wet and sticky. Then, you hear this melody play. All the memories start flowing back, good and bad. You sit under the beautiful shimmering night sky, your eyes also shimmering. You watch your neighbor's silhouette as he/she plays the piano, your tears slowly drying up because of the cold piercing wind as you slowly sink into your own melodious dreams.......

jokes on you, im the depressed neighbour

*Four is a lucky number, right? Here we go-* Only You by The Platters but they're pumping you with drugs so that everything is fuzzy and funny. I'm talking muffled voices, dangerous noises, ringing ears, muffled giggles, anything like that

the depressed neighbor killed u and is playing ure fav song.

Every morning, usually at about 10, my neighbor starts playing their piano. I’ve never seen them before, but from what I’ve heard from others, they’ve been dealing with a number of mental disorders. I believe that the piano is how they cope with their pain. They’ll sometimes play something new, or maybe they’ll play something from the day before. I keep trying to put the puzzle pieces together, trying to figure out why they play these songs. My theory is that each song resembles something or someone that brought them pain in their life. Every morning, at about 10, I shut down all of my work devices, and go to sit next to the wall in my bedroom, where they play on just the other side. There’s never a word, never a sound of walking, never a cough. Just gorgeous piano, for an hour everyday. This song, by far, is my favorite. They seem to play it often, usually once or twice a week. It’s so dreamy, it makes me want to think about all of my own past experiences, and sometimes theirs. Sometimes i wonder if they can hear my applause through the wall. I hope to meet them someday, and I hope we’d be able to chat as well. ---- The piano music has gone on for years, through all the heatwaves and rainy days, all of the snowstorms and foggy mornings. I wonder if one day they’ll stop. Maybe then we’ll find each other.

Some ideas 🔥🔥🔥: 1. Hansel and Gretel are adults trapped in the Witch’s candy house - Hansel and the Witch have fallen in love (music - Sweet but Psycho by Ava Max) 2. Based on Snow White and the Huntsman - Breath of Life but from Snow White’s point of view when she’s ‘dead’. 3. Alice in Wonderland but she’s slowly going insane.

im not even joking im the neighbor. i have what falling in love feels like on repeat 24/7. not depressed tho cause i dont self diagnose.

Man, i need a 10 hour edit of this. I keep having to restart the video :o

welp it looks like i am that neighbor :)

This reminds me of the memories I never made.🌹🍂

suggestions: songs from the depressed neigbors pov and the depressed neighbor listening to their numbres music :D

Request: Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley, but your singing it to your childhood best friend as they're dying in your arms bcs it's their favourite song

This reminds me of a ost from Diabolik Lovers lmao

This song makes me want so many things in life for my future, then at the same time reminds me that when i’m older, i’ll probably have all those dreams and aspirations fade away and never be accomplished like most adults. it’s so depressing. i just want to travel, fall in love, dance without a care in the world in a beautiful castle at night, but realistically i’ll probably never be able to accomplish those things.

Could you do backyard boy but its from ur backyard at night with a bonfire?(random)

Every time i hear this song I just imagine me and my boyfriend slow dancing in a middle of an abandoned Greenhouse, with the light shining on us but it’s also raining outside. And then when we’re done dancing we have a picnic on top on a hill and we just watch the sun go down.

reality: you are the depressed neighbor

MODUS by Joji but you're not strong enough for her

DNA by little mix but you've trapped him in your basement

"sir you alright? sir? do you need water?"

i absolutely love reading the comments while listening to this, everything is gold

let's face it we *ARE* the depressed neighbour.

Joji pills but you got overdosed

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac but you’re fighting off demons while stuck in a coma

Okay, let me tell my weird story (it’s fake) -It was a cold rainy night. I had recently moved into a new apartment, it is literally falling apart from how many years it survived. Yet I picked it for that it is small, cause I love small places. It makes me feel comfy at a place that is small and I can see everything that means to me a lot. I never was a good piano player, but I wanted to. At my childhood, I had a chance, but every time I started to play piano normally, it were only classics. So basically every time I played tears rolled down my cheeks. I ended up in a small room that is my bedroom. It’s with the kitchen. I have a small old balcony, with a rusty fence that kept me safe from jumping out of the balcony. My neighbor up is a misterious person for me. I never knew his name, and never knew anything about him. Only thing that I knew, that he was an amazing piano player. He never played it at daytime, only frosty lonely nights covered with rain. He would leave his window open, and play a lot of music. But for who..? The empty streets with the yellow half-burned lights? There is no one around there.. I never knew for who and for what, but I still sat there listening to his music at my balcony at rainy nights. He often lay played “What falling in love feels like”, and I appreciate it. Especially when he plays, it all mixes with the sound of rain banging on the old black houses’ roof. It hits my heartstrings.. One evening like this, I didn’t really pay attention to his beautiful music. But then he played 7:42 ... It melt me and forced me to look up to his balcony and the opened door that leads to the balcony. I let out a helpless smile. It was so beautiful.. I was helpless with the unbearable wanting to know him closer, but I couldn’t.. I couldn’t hold it longer, so I thought soon or not, I will know him. I looked down at the empty streets. Suddenly, the music stopped. I heard quiet footsteps. I was puzzled, and I really wanted to know what was it, and I couldn’t help. I turned my head up to the neighbor’s balcony, and I saw a silhouette of him. He had black hair and a little ponytail at the back of his head. His hands were full of wounds, It made me wonder why. He wore a grey shirt with a picture of him, and some woman. He was petting his little cat, it was a black one. He was looking on 20 yo. I had fallen into a daydream. -What are you looking at? He smiled..

can you hear the rain? can you feel the emotions smothering you yet? are you aware, that these raindrops that we all fear so much, comes from a crying soul?

yes i literally am the neighbor you found out

I have one people might like Stanley’s letter from IT chapter two but you’re on your bike with the losers club? Or something like that?

Guys I can turn down the music if you wanted. You dont have to keep making videos about me.

I think I'm falling for the depressed neighbor

And I am that ✨Depressed Neighbour✨

do High Hi by Loona but your speeding on the highway and being chased by cops

my biggest dream is to get thru highschool, and listen to this not as a dream, but as a relatable song.

its me, im the depressed neighbor

This makes me think of my characters memories, she’s an old woman who reminds her caregiver to live and be free, to enjoy the luxury of youth. All by her lonesome after her caregivers departure, she reminisces her tragic love story on a rainy day in Pennsylvania.

and i'm in love for the depressed neighbor

"i promise im not like them, baby"

can't wait to grow up and be that neighbor yay fun :D

Request:Goodbye to a world by Porter Robinson but you are waiting to a meteor impact earth

Request: Fire drill by Melanie Martinez but your in an actual school fire

I am the depressed neighbor

I'm depressed neighbor.

Wish he would put the sheets so others could learn it

i love this but why is it so quiet

I don't want to be that neighbor anymore. I want to be that stripper.

Everyone is doing normal things to this song Like writing or reading or sum And me : I am chewing on plastic

Like you do by joji, but youre having your last dance with your partner as the world is finally coming to an end

Im ur depressed neighbor

Redbone but you're making a pie for the depressed neighbor because the stripper didn't love them back and you're worried about them

Feeling Whitney by Post Malone but it's raining and your depressed neighbor has no one to lean on as they stumble home from the bar

i’m the depressed neighbor.

*pain.*

When you have a crush that doesn’t really know you but you don’t think you could ever look at anyone else the way you look at her.

woahh you nailed itttt

This is perfect.

YES FINALLY ITS OUT

Great days from jojos bizarre adventure but ur actually having a breakdown

Let's be honest I'm the depressed neighbor

I want a depressed neighbor. ok but really, I want him. PLEAASEEEJRIDKDKSSK

I hear my parents in the background of listening to this video fighting and breaking glasses but i know I'll be gone by tonight. I just lay back and close my eyes while replaying every memory I have ever had in my life. My first crush , my first lover , my first best friend , my first time drinking a hot chocolate and the warm sensation it gave me , my first time feeling really happy from the bottom of my heart... but now it's all gone. Now I only have my last hug with my lover that I wish I'd held it longer , my last time seeing my grandparents, my last time laughing with my friend , my last time drinking tea , my last photo with my family. I wish I knew that it was the last time so I'd stay in that moment a little bit longer , embrace that moment a little bit more. Regrets. Life is beautiful in its ugliness, it's happy in its sadness , it lasts forever in its few seconds of existing. Life is a mix of paradoxes , the first last times. -S

Request...... spider man music while someone asks you why you're crying

Ever since you were little you've stayed in that beautiful house, but 20 years Has Passed after you left, but.... you came back, huh, the paint is the same color, still bright yellow, but it didnt even chip off or nothing. oh that little crib you used to sleep in, you loved how soft your wool blanket was, brushing your skin, absorbing the heat and keeping you warm in the night, your crib still is in that wonderful condition, the wood is still so polished and the design is still intact, even your blanket, its like you never left. well the stove still works, the pots and pans still have some rust, but nothing to worry about, you should make some eggs and bacon for your neighbor, Mister.....Mister Potré? Its Been Decades Since You Last Spoke To Him, Hes Probably Old Now, I Mean He Was 30 Something When He Went To That Wonderful Birthday Party You Had As A Little Girl, The Frosting Was Super Sweet And Creamy- Your Finger! Ouch, You Touched The Hot Pan When You Were Distracted, the eggs are done though, check the oven, the cake might be done now, mmm red velvet, the smell fills the air, careful there, now coat it in frosting, Ok now that you have it in the basket, deliver it to Mister Potré! Main Character Point Of View: KNOCK! KNOCK! Mister Potré!- Oh Hello, Is Mister Potré In There? ???: My Father? Mister Potré? You: Yes! Is he there with you? ???: (looks down and up) ???: Why Do You Want My Father? 20 likes needed for part 2