i'm really good at running,
just not down the street.
but away from my fears,
i'm afraid of defeat.

i knew you'd catch up,
i didn't know when.
but depression why must you
come visit again?

i've fought for so long,
it's really not new.
but this time i just
don't know what to do.

i've run out of ways,
to fight you once more.
you're way too persistent;
i'm tired of war.

why'd you pick me?
i'd just like to know.
and please tell me why
you will not let go?

i had some ambitions;
some really big dreams.
did you want me to fail?
cause that's how it seems.

depression, please listen.
i have one final plea:
i want to be happy
so please let me be.