Theres been too many funerals, theres been too many deaths. And when It comes to me, my mental health a wreck. Cant go to school, no i cant go to work, but i feel every demon in the shadows that they lurk. I'm tired of being shy, man, I don't wanna die,-

Depression creepin up on this bed that I lie, Thoughts never explored comin into my brain, If emotions were a weatherman itd be all rain Really I feel like a lion without a mane Everyday I wake up and it all feels the same-

Never any variety Never any change, Boredom is a peakin like it's in a mountain range, If I saw you thinkve the looks we'd exchange, gotta be distant, I'll see you from a range. If I'm bein honest cant say that ill change But ill ill accept depression Ill be living in rain.

AND GOOD JOB I WAS WORRIED FOR A MINUTE BECAUSE I DIDNT KNOW NOOBY HAD THE PASS SO I WAS LIKE WHY