Staring into the night she sees the stars.
All the city lights and the sound of cars.
They comfort her, lull her to sleep..
To bad, this is a peace she won't keep.
The sound of her heart is fading fast.
Time has come and passed..

She lives with a secret storm inside.
One that gives her ideas on what it'd be like if she died.
The disease she lives with has a name, Ana..
She lives by strict rules she can't even eat so much as a banana.
She has always known she has been fat..
The cuts on her wrist were more visible, she would just blame the cat.

This illness, it stole her innocence, depression drained her soul..
Her eyes were black as coal..
She has nothing inside, but a demon wanting to break free.
Hard to believe, that girl was just like me..
I have a secret i keep, hidden with a smile.
To bad, her and i will be just another name in a file..

We aren't human beings once we succumb to depression in all its glory.
We are mutilated human beings who knew only one way to tell our story.
We used a paint brush and a canvas, only the paint brush is a razor and the canvas is our wrist..
But this story hasn't come to it's end, it always has a twist..
You wouldn't believe me if i told you, darkness is bliss.
It hides the pain with a simple kiss..

But im not gonna tell you this stories ending, you decide.
But listen, if you need someone to confide...
Don't end your life, you are a beautiful angel with the power to change you!
Remember, there is always something else you can do.
Stay strong, and believe in a dream..
The only way to end a nightmare is with a scream..

Forget the world and what they tell you..
Because you are the best of the best, the truest of true..
All your imperfections make you perfect in my eyes..
No matter what, don't leave me for the skies..
You have a soul of gold..
And a love that can change depressions mold..