I suffer with depression,
Its more like an obsession.
Every single day,
Please just take the pain away.
The night seems to vary,
The day is never marry.
For I, I suffer with depression,
My one lovesick obsession.
My canvas is my wrist,
My brush is a razor.
My thoughts seem to twist,
With my body in his blazer.
I,I suffer this condition,
I cut it\'s my addiction.