I feel this at night, 'cause
during the day I'm not alive.

My depression hides so much better than yours,
You're pleading for attention
and I hate that.
We've all got problems,
Ever think about that?
I'm never going back there
and I'd **** to ensure that.

I lie under these covers,
Sickened by love.

I gotta put the mask on
and my hood up
'cause the socialite within me
will not halt.
He's an unstoppable machine
powered by ego while seeking esteem,
Is this really the way it has to be?
Lest the people know what's become of me.

Torrential thoughts eat me away
while "the sun is shining everyday."