My depression is what my anxiety feeds
I cut my skin and watch as it bleeds
Happiness is never close, it\'s always far
When I find it, it leaves a nasty scar
I\'m beginning to feel my heart break
And the pain is more than I can take
I\'m the dark side of the moon
And as to bleeding out, it\'s never to soon
Nobody would miss me anyway
I\'ve only got one reason to stay
But they won\'t want me for long
So I guess it\'s from my path that I must stray
There is a tall tree
That stands strong next to the sea
Meet me where the sun meets the moon
Promise you\'ll be there soon?