It starts with a thought, And ofcourse it's of you. What the hell is the matter with you? Before I can blink; thought number two. Is it just me, and I'm too blind to see? Just a simple confession; I can't stand my depression. It means dealing with you like I ******* have to. If you measured the pain with the amount of my sighs, You'd know I can't sleep with tears in my eyes. I don't ******* get it. I just want to dream... Because my emotional stability is ripping from the seams.