You throw your hands up
and casually say you give up
as you try to stand up
you give up all hope
since all you do is moap
and think of hanging yourself with a rope
everyone around throws their hands up in surrender
knowing that you'll never get better
you sit there waiting for hope
since you can't cope
you've lost all your pride
always running to hide
and to confide
you don't bother to choose a side
because you know you can't abide
knowing that on the inside you've died
you don't dare fight
due to your fright
Every morning you wake up with a dreadful sight
a.. premonition of the oncoming night
knowing your right
you decide to avoid the world hoping that it might change the night
You're a lost cause
you think as you pause
you recall all your flaws
you call in sick
saying that you're down with the flu , but everyone knows that something's up with you
its nothing new
DEPRESSION it's the thing that controls you
now there's nothing you can do
the sickness has taken over you
But you must fight through
for this is not you
you can't chase your dream
when all you do is scream
your invisible shield is now as soft as cream
you have to leave
after all what do you do other than grieve
it's so naive
you've forgetten everything you used to believe
now the night has come
your heart is beating like a drum
you're sweat makes you sticky as gum
the you think to yourself 'Am i really this dumb'
as the morning comes it leaves you feeling glum
your going to end up on the street as a bumb
if you dont stop this ......
you throw your hands up in the air and cassually say you give up
