Inside that feeling of depression
It\'s not just a silly superstition
It\'s hard to make this confession
I\'m buried alive
I believe that no one can help me to survive
I\'m sick of this pathetic life
and I think it\'s all based on a horrible big lie
still there..laying there
inside that fearful place
where a feeling of death hung upon the air
oh god this is so unfair
my life has become an abhorrent endless nightmare
inside that gloomy place
where everything is dark and
and the sun will never shine upon my pale face
Oh god, how can I get rid of all these choking scares?
how can I get out of this frightening place?
so hard to get rid of the weight of those feeling laying inside my brittle poor heart
this feeling of depression makes me fall apart