Life is depressing sometimes when we're bored
and we wish to turn back the hand of time to moments we were adored
beu we are merely just humans living through time
while deprssion is running deep through our veins like mines

time is slowly passing by and its torturing me
my stomach feels heavy and sometimes i cant breathe
the scent surrounding me just rushes in memories
flashbacks rushes of times we wish we could freeze

theres no finding an easy solution to this illness
being lonely and trying to make friends is no success
but sometimes listening to music is a bit therpeutic
but my choice of music is making me sick

being bored is what cause this emotion
my vague notion i will find a solution
my image of emotion causesdepression to death
as my chest grows heavier I drew out my last breath

when the cure to depression is lying in front of me
an invitation to a party for fun was all i need
now i am a depressed trap soul who cant be free
because depressions got the better of me 'tis all ill ever be