You slept for twelve whole hours,
took a shower
And laid back in bed,
how are you tired again?
You skipped another breakfast,
you thought it'd help with
That feeling you get when you get on the internet

Therapy's turned all your problems to dollars
They're making a profit off somebody's daughter
Your father,
he never believed in that stuff anyways
He says you're okay

But slowly all the colors turn to gray
The devil's come to play
And you're doing your best just to fight it
Nobody's listening so you just hide it
Slowly who you are just fades away
There's a ghost left in your place
You're so sad,
but you ain't even crying
You're still alive but you feel Iike you're dying

Oh,
and your friends keep calling,
your melancholy
Gives you a good excuse to spend the evening in your room

Oh,
when you finally work up the nerve to tell them
They tell you that you’re only seeking attention
The thing with depression is you can't control it
You try to ignore it,
but before you know it

Slowly all the colors turn to gray
The devil's come to play
And you're doing your best just to fight it
Nobody's listening so you just hide it
Slowly who you are just fades away
There's a ghost left in your place
You're so sad,
but you ain't even crying
You're still alive but you feel Iike you're dying