depression stole my identity
than it took its place driving its claws into my soul
filled me with the feeling of being empty
ever since i was a child it had a hold on me
i want to get better
but if depression leaves who will i be
im sorry im not quite ready to be no one
im not quite ready to lose all that's left of me
i know it's hurting me
but it is me
if you understand what im saying
than you know it's harder to let it leave
because when it dug it claws in my soul
i started to hold its hands
believe the lies it told me
believe it's all i am
so it's not that simple
to just let my pain go
it's all i know