Depression is in session in the black hole of my head; It drags the misery deep inside me and I wish I was dead. I no longer want to live in a world so cold; I shiver. I never forget the emptiness within my heart And the solitary of my soul.
Love no longer lives here, for I now live alone; Oh my God how I do detest the silence of my phone. No more calls of happiness are made; A new low to be found.
Just sadness and hurt are all I can see, In the mirror reflecting my face, Because you are no longer around.
It’s a new kind of low I’m experiencing now, But it’s a low I like living in, for it can no longer bring me down. I have hit rock bottom and I live here alone; But I am happy in the darkness, it has become my home.
A life without love is hard but it is manageable; I no longer need the light of loves burning candle, To keep me alive; I find solace in solitude. My only desire is to see her ****.
But when you look up at every one, who you think you are below, You find comfort in your misery, because you have hit a new low. It’s a new low to cherish because it’s a new low I have And this new low is mine to manage, so I will struggle on with the show.
Another human being stands in front of me smiling And all I can think about is how I am still dying. Their happiness makes me laugh because soon they will fall And I shall have to feel absolutely nothing at all.