I stood there, in front of the sink
looking at every bloody drip
life in my hands should I take it away or give it a chance?
I had a good life before this I must say
I smiled almost everyday
Then along came the time
The time when I only cried
I don't know why this is happening to me
no one notices I'm just not happy
I know I have depression that's for sure
I know there is some sort of cure, but taking the chance of the world to know...is just not worth the risk anymore...
