My head aches with sorrow.
I can't do this nomore.
I want out, I'm fed up.
My head is ready to explode.
I'm going to loose the plot.
My head is holding onto too much.
Please, please let me go.
It all hurts too much.
And I can't even cry.
Depression is nothing you say?
Well live one of my days.
Try fighting imaginary voices,
Feelings to die and hurt yourself.
And tell me it ain't hard, tell it ain't hell.
Cause I know it is.
And I'm hurting.
Way deep inside.
