Cryen myself to sleep night after night.
I'm about ready to give up the fight.
Can't handle all of the s.h.i.t going on.
I find myself wishen I was gone.
Istting here in my room, screaming at the ceiling.
At the edge of my bed kneeling, pray to God.
But something tells me God's already forgot.
I'm the girl with the broken laugh now.
NEver showing when I frown.
The old me won't ever be coming back.
Depression hangs over me in a cloud of black.
It's never gonna set me free.
After all this time, that I finally see.
I can't get away anymore.
There's a lock on the exit door
ANd I've lost the key
So now this depression is me.
