Depression came back knocking,
He's lingering at the door.
I try, pretend like I'm not home; wanting so badly to ignore.

He knows I'm there, he's laughing; he tells me I can't hide.
He knows like always, he'll soon be back inside.

He'll push, and push upon the door; knowing it will soon open.
He laughs, laughs knowing; he is a lethal weapon.

I try, try to stop him; the door is bolted shut.
He laughs, laughs knowing; the door is thin enough to cut.

He found his way inside; like he always, always does.
I cry, cry missing; how things before him was.

And he laughs, laughs knowing; I'll never be completely happy again.