I'm cut open even though I'm not bleeding
I act happy, but I wanna die, I'm not gonna lie, thoughts of suicide keep crossing my mind and this bond between heaven and earth it ain't even worth seeing cause nothings gonna go my way
So why stay for another day if ain't no other way to get away from the thing that stays in the back of my mind saying goodbye to all the good times that were once mine.
Depression is just another form of moral corruption,
Depriving me of self worth
It tricked me into thinking it's the only thing I'll ever feel,
brung tears with no meaning,
pain when I smile.
It didn't come alone,
It brung scars,
A voice I despise,
And untrusting eyes.
It showed me a love that was real enough to cut me up and make me feel stuck,
Now I'm really out of luck.
