I have a feeling I'm not okay
It hurts too much just to say
I feel it filling up my soul
Please don't let it take control
I'll do anything to get my life how it used to be
When you were actually alive, you and me
But I've labeled them as wasted memories
I need someone or something to cure this endless hurt
Looking at the blood stains on my shirt
Pull together the curtains I can't bare to see the light
Not anymore, not after the fight
Give me something that'll scare away this hate
Give me something hopefully I'll be fine
Why does this depression want to take what's mine?
I need some anti-depression to cure my mind
