I Win, You Lose, You're Wicked Games
And Evil Charns
Selfishness And Cold Dead Stares
This State Of Momentary
Darkened Night
But In The Morning Light I Will See The Sun.

You Lose, I Win, Game Over For You
Now I've Got All The Power
It's In My Hands
I Win, You Lose, You're Wicked Games.

I Win, You Lose, You're Wicked Games
And Evil Charms
Lies, Deciet And Munipulated Stories
This State Of Momentary Feelings.

But Come The Waves Washing Over Me
I Will Be Made A New Creation
Behold All Of The Old Is Now Dead Weeds
Plucked From The Deepest Part Of Me.

Gone Are The Days Of Being Bound
These Prison Chains Are Broken
Free At Last To Breathe The Air, At Last
I Know That I Am Finally Free.

I Win, You Lose, Game Over For You
Now I've Got The Power
It's In My Hands
I Win, You Lose, You're Wicked Games.

Another Day Here All Alone
Nobody To Talk To
No Hand To Hold
No One To Hold Me And Tell Me
It's Going To Be Okay
A Heart Full Of Anger
A Heart Full Of Pain
A Heart That Is Longing
To Be Free From This Pain And Misery.

Another Day Here All Alone
Defenceless And Weak
Weary And Worn Out
Worthless And Unwanted
It's How I Feel Since The Day
My Heart Was Torn Into Pieces.

I Was Diagnosed With Depression
Sixteen Year's Of Age.

Depression Is Not A Joke
It Is Real And It Is A Silent Killer
Depression Is A Stalker, It Stalks People
In The Light Of Day Or Even
In The Dead Of Night.

No Matter What Time Of
The Day Of Night It Is
It Is A Constant Looking Over Your Shoulder
By Trying Hard Not To
Fall Back On The Sticks And Stones
They Throw At You.

It Is A Constant Streams Of Tears
Running Down Your Face
It Is Endless Sleepless Nights
Tossing And Turning
Trying To Fight It
Trying To Make It Through Another Day.

Depression Is Living In A Body
That Fights To Survive
While The Mind Wants To Die
Depression Is
Living In A Bubble, It Is
Almost Suffocating To Death
But Breathing Again
Just Before The Fall.

Depression Is
Living But Not Really Living
Because Your Constantly
Believing That Your A Burden
To Everyone Around You
Depression Is Those Long Nights
Crying Yourself To Sleep
Hoping The Storms
will Come To Pass.

Depression Is
Trying And I Mean Really Trying
To Do Things Right But
Being Pulled Right Back Under
When You're Trying To Take Flight.

Depression Is
Trying To Spread Your Wings To Fly
But Been Pulled Back Under
Only To Be Trodden Upon
And Cut With Words
Sharper Than Any Two Edged Swords
Depression Is
Razor Blade Like Words
That Cut Deep Right Into The Soul.

That Is What It's Like For Me
To Live In A World Gone Far Too Cold
That Is What It's Like For Me
To Live In A World That
Just Doesn't Care Yeah.

It's The Stigma, The Fear
Of Reaching Out
Only To Be Rejected And Shut Out
It's The Fear Of Never Been Heard
It's The Fear Of Never Been Known.

It's Like Your Surrounded By
Strangers That Don't Even Know Your Name
That Don't Even Understand
Your Pain Or Fears
It's Like Your Trapped In A Prison
That You Just Can't Escape.

Depression Is Wanting
So Bad For The Pain To End
But Wanting So Desperately To Live
Depression Is The Hunger
For More Than Just A Sip
Of Love And All It's Glory.

It's The Wanting To Really Live
A Life Full Of Joy And Laughter
But Being Heavily Weighed Down
By Years And Years Of Hurt And Anger
And Not Knowing Who To Turn To
In Fear Of Never Been Heard.

It's The Desperate Cries
In The Middle Of The Night
It's Being So Down That
You Feel So Alone
Like You've Got No-One
It's Isolating Yourself Away
To Escape The Chaos And The Noise
That Surrounds You
Everywhere You Go.