With depression and anxiety there’s no such thing as sobriety
The cells in Nate are rioting like prisoners out of their cells fighting

I lay here wide awake five hours past eight
Thinking about all my mistakes and how I’m not really that great

How I feel so alone even though I share my home
How I wish I could just go to sleep and wake up on a throne

Contemplating suicide gets harder to hide
Each day the thought creeps a little further inside and I can’t stop it I’ve tried

I used to never consider it because of those who’d miss me when I’m gone

But now when I think about it I don’t think they’ll miss me long

As I overthink and work my mind overtime
My brain gets weak and my health declines

Maybe one day I’ll be fine but until then I’ll spend my days crying