*****
After i relapsed that was the first word i wrote
No I lie
'Why' was
***** was the first one that stayed
I made it my own piece of art, something I'm not so proud of

But when you think about it, what artist is proud of their first work
Not my first but my first in a while
Like when God created the first man
I'm sure even he still looked back and questioned if that was the best he could do
So he tried again
But we're still not perfect, are we?

Try
that's what they tell us since the day we are born
"Try to be better," "Try to get good grades," "Try to be happy"
Well I'm tried of trying
I feel like I'm getting nowhere and will never get anywhere
Like I'm on a treadmill,
no matter how fast I go or how hard i try
I will always be in the same place
That's what Depression feels like
Pain being played over and over
Trying to run away but discovering you're getting nowhere
Depression is the treadmill
No matter how fast or how far you try to run
You'll never get anywhere