I see the sun shinning
I hear the breeze brushing the grass
And I know that it's a hot day
But it feels so cold to me
Depression is a black hole
As does the sky seem to be
It is raining hard
Well, I think at least
I'm bundled up and shivering
While everyone else lies on the beach
There must be something wrong with me
In my mind and eyes the weather is cool
This depression has made me nothing but ice
Making me push the people I love away
I growl and crackle when someone approaches
I'm now, for once, all alone
I have no one to talk to
And I feel so sad
Maybe death is the answer
No, someone may get mad
