i've got all the time in the world,
and all the tools i need,
to be someone or something,
but depression needs to feed.

i'll surround myself with people,
sweet smiles praise their lips,
i'll pretend to listen to their advice,
but i really couldn't give a ****.

they say they want to help,
but i know what they really think,
that if they say they understand,
it'll help me float instead of **sink.