Depression is an evil thing, it is.
So how do you know that you've overcome it from...

Why do you hold that grudge in your heart?
I don't know what I did to make you so cold...

It always happens to me.
No one else but me...

I just want you to make me your everything.
Like I do you...

I will start by saying, I'm sorry.
I don't mean to be a bother...

You are the reason I draw hearts on my paper.
You don't realize how easily you make me smile...

As I stare at the wall, keeping the bad memories...
Trying to get the pain away, I wonder...

If I wasn't myself today, would you care?
Would you even notice that life wasn't ever fair...