I want to be a writer
But my depression makes me tired

Never seen myself as much of a fighter
Maybe its just how im wired

Lighters set things on fire
Happiness feels like a liar

Why are the morning birds growing quieter
The walls in my head are closing tighter

Seeking help is feeling dire
Cause getting high doesnt feel any lighter

The holes are growing wider
Nothing to say cause i feel like a whiner

My mental health has priors
Im the guy struggling in the flyers

Ticking time bomb without a timer
Thats not drawn on red eyeliner

Cuts always heal a little finer
But I need my fire to burn brighter