woke up in an asylum
feeling a little blue
I woke up next to a stranger
very far from you
We are told that it needs to be cured with hard medicine and pills
We are not sick we are breaking
The tears that come out are sometimes hard to understand the reasoning,
The images and voices of our head displays message of something we just can't understand.
But depression is more than something that can be cured from a doctor.
It's something that starts and ends with you.
