Pressure building, too much stress
Unemployment and unhappiness
Not enough money, too much time on my hands
Sinking deeper and deeper into depression's quicksand

Bad diet, bad habits, bad thoughts in my head
If this is life, why worry about being dead ?
£70 per week and no one cares
Just feel like a burden nobody wants there

Walking the same, grey streets day after day
Trapped in this dull life, I can't get away
Yes, it's a bad day, dark thoughts in control
They are drowning my dreams, suffocating my soul