let me pretend,
that I can go back to the days when I was glad
instead of my thoughts killing me, driving me mad
it's like I'm striving to be sad, I just wanna be pleasant
but it's like a ****** Christmas giving me depression as presents
but I wanna be me, so I don't want antidepressants
changing my state of mind, wishing I could go back in time to when I was an adolescent
if only I had a time machine, if only you'd comprehend
so just leave me for a minute and
let me pretend