I scribbled down what I needed to say
Picked up the piece and threw it away
Like there was nothing to say
I've already lost my way

I tried  supression of depression
But I wasn't done with the lesson
Can't I end the session
I needed to tend to my depression
I lost my self-expression
Depression was taking possession
The lesson was already in session
The session of depression

It takes my breath away
It kills me everyday
I struggle to find a way
for happy to stay
a permanent gray
I've tried to pray
But all they do is say
fight through another day
What's the delay?
this is only foreplay
Obey


I never fought this hard
But still I remain scarred