My weaknesses are many My mind is my strength and weakness My every breath has me thinking, reeling At the facts of life My weakness is depression and oddly, it's my strength It taught me how cruel life is Even in its time of beauty there's something ugly behind it, and you see it eventually My weakness is my mind because, it tricked me into thinking I'm ok, that I'm fine and dandy Then when my focus slips, when it's quiet, or when I'm alone it torments me with imaginary images that never seem to go away and I fall deeper into darkness, into abyss and it makes me think it's home, it makes me think it's what I deserve Alone In a hollow shell of a home And the funny thing is, is that it's making me learn to accept it