i've tried so hard,
to go and find,
a place to talk,
not run and hide.
...
you may think you know,
all about those people,
but what you say,
can be lethal.
...
in the corner,
where i don't want to be,
is this inviting shadow,
to take control of me.
...
have you ever felt,
that you can't go on?
that you always end up,
to be in the wrong?
...
i don't know what to do
when i sit there at night
trying to figure it all out.
sitting there in my crimson tears
...
life was great
at that time
everything was good
we were all fine
...
Time To Fly.
i've tried so hard,
to go and find,
a place to talk,
not run and hide.
i want this to be over,
i want this to be done,
but now that i've started,
its a game i haven't won.
myself in the beginning,
it wasn't so bad.
as i see myself now,
i am way too sad.
there's this one thing,
one single confession.
i've got to admit,
that i'm in depression.
all depression is,
is a giant black hole.
the further it goes,
you lose all control.
this is not funny,
it's nothing to joke about.
i'm lost and confused,
and upset no doubt.
why did i start
this stupid adiction?
it's hard to quit.
and that's fact not fiction.
time has gone,
and so must i.
the past is over,
it's time to fly!
i'm done with this,
i'm done with depression.
that no longer counts,
as my greatest obsession.
this is my turn,
my time to fly.
life has changed,
and so must i!