DEPRESSION I
What do you do when you lose the drive to keep doing you?
Where do you go when you are trapped in your own prison?
This is a messed up life, this is cruel living
I don't want to live no I don't want to be die

It's like drowning in the ocean
Just when I'm at death's door
Waves wash me ashore
My legs are jelly
I can't go anywhere
And sooner or later
The waves carry me back to sea

I'm back to drowning
Screaming knowing no one is coming
Only when I think all hope is gone
Then comes the waves
Hitting me against the rocks
I persevere
'Cause I know I'm going ashore

It's an endless cycle
Of pain, relieve and more pain
Drowning is not the worst part
It doesn't give you time to think far
The worst moments are spent on the sand
Feeling too hurt to move
It hurts to breath

Screaming at myself to get up and end this
Knowing the scenes like a reoccurring nightmare
Sometimes I'm there long enough to get to my feet
One shaky step at a time towards freedom
When I look back to say my final goodbye
It is not a goodbye after all
The waves are already gaining on me
And in a minute or two I'm drowning
Again