Its called depression,
And it just goes away, thats what they say,
But I know its something that just will stay.
I try myself,
I dont know why,
I ask myself that question?
Its my vengeance,
But it isnt reality,
But why am I still trying?
I dont know why,
But why try,
I ask myself that question?
This sort of action,
Is just for myself,
This helps me more.
I still say it in my mind?
But why dont I try harder?
I ask myself that question?
I am just about there,
But they dont see me still?
All this grief is for me.
Goes round and goes down,
But why try,
What goes around comes around!
