Depression...is the voice in my head...the monster under my bed...the days I dread...
As time leaves me behind.
I sit, and wait for it to end.
And I'm too tired to pretend like I care.
Too tired to eat,
Too tired to sleep,
Too tired to move,
Too tired to breathe.
It's over and I know it -- there's no cure for reality.
Too tired for pills,
Too tired for talking,
Stop trying to cure me, and leave me behind like time.
