Lately I've been entertaining my depression
Why does everything have to be a lesson?
Does everybody think that my life is so perfect?
It's not and everyday I'm always stressing
Don't tell me what's best for me
When I needed you the most and you weren't there for me
I'm speaking in full honesty
I know that I can't let these things get to me
There's not too many answers and there's so many issues
A **** ton of tear drops and I've been running out of tissues
I wake up every morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living or should I blast myself?
I got these thoughts up inside my head
What's the point of even living when I would rather be dead?
I ask myself if I'm another victim to my misery?
Or maybe everything I'm thinking is all in my mind
Why does that everything that I want still a clouded mystery?
And everything that I don't want is so easy to find
I used to go to parties with all my friends
Until I got comfortable with these lonely nights
And lately my head has been an empty state of mind
How ironic that being alone is the one thing I'm good at, right?