Sunday 10th September 2000
HARVEY'S P.O.V.
Washington D.C.
I'm still clinically depressed for just over a year, but I am making a bit of progress lately I am still writing sad sounding songs, the recent one that I've wrote called Trapdoor; I have been grateful for the support I've been getting for my mild depression and I am also thinking that I can beat this and get back my normal life that I had before it all came crashing down. I have just recently turned 40! Welcome to the early 40s, this will probably be a whirlwind and in ten years time I will be 50!! Please, no I don't want to get any older, John would be turning the same age as me in three months and LJ would be 37 if they were still with me.
He wakes up early today
Throws on a mask that will alter his face
Nobody knows his real name
But now he just uses one he saw on a grave
And he pretends that he's okay, but you should see, oh
Him in bed late at night, he's petrified
Take me out, and finish this waste of a life
Everyone gather around for a show
Watch as this man disappears as we know
Do me a favour and try to ignore
As you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor
He thinks that faith might be dead
Nothing kills a man faster that his own head
He used to see dreams at night
But now he's just watching the backs of his eyes
He pretends that he's okay, but you should see
Him in bed late at night, he's petrified
Take me out, and finish this waste of a life
Everyone gather around for a show
Watch as this man disappears as we know
Do me a favour and try ignore
When you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor
'Cause nobody knows he's alive.
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*All rights go to: Twenty One Pilots
Written by: Tyler Joseph*
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