Something so little can hold my life An orange cylinder, the size of my palm. A bunch of mini ovals that can make me sleep in no time A handful of them, going down my throbbing throat, have never made me so calm.
Oh, how I wished I could change my mind But this sad life of mine is something I can not bare. Oh, how I wish I could give myself some more time But this woe is all I am in this air.
And here I lay in tight space filled with water My arms numbed with red Finally Iβll be depressionβs martyr.