| Wake up every day and it just feels repetitive |
| Think I need to chill, I think I need a sedative |
| I think depression’s hittin' me |
| I think it’s finally setting in |
| Drifting to my feet and settling just like sediment |
| Constantly walking down this road called life blindly |
| Foolishly hoping for purpose to come and find me |
| In the depths of depressions is where I’ve been residing |
| That or in my room under my covers just hiding |
| Put me in the grave today |
| Black suit, red bouquet |
| Too scared to leave, but too tired to stay |
| Bullet in the chamber will stop all the pain |
| Blood on the wall drips, just like red rain |
| Feel my soul seep out from each line from the blade |
| No one sings along to the songs that I have made |
| Deep in thought like Socrates |
| I am not your property |
| Treated like a mockery |
| Glad no one is stopping me |
| Not why you should idolize, this is my final goodbye |
| But if I ever hurt you, I truly apologize |