I\'ve lost my inspiration,
There is nothing left,
I can\'t think,
I can\'t sleep,
Why won\'t the pain stop?
Why must I suffer daily?
What do you want from me?
Am I not paying enough attention?
Do you want me to grow?
How can I when all of me is gone?
I just want to die, I don\'t want to be alive.
Go ahead and call me a coward and say I\'m not strong.
I\'m depressed, I\'m stressed.
No medicine could cure what\'s the test as drugs,
I just need extra love,
and that even isn\'t enough.
I guess i\'m not the ordinary people of John Legend.
I\'ve been suicidal since the age of nine.
I was told to take it one day at a time,
dammit look at me now.
Pens out of ink, what am I thinking?
Selfishness and sadness and anger and guilt?
That\'s all I\'m going to bring to them.
I\'m tired of being sad, I want to be happy.
I miss the feeling, it sounds dramatic,
but its about to get traumatic.