Why am I so depressed, where am I in life and what’s left
What could it be dads birthday or is it his recent death
Every time I think about him it shakes my nerves
How can a great man die a painful death he doesn't deserve?
Every day I think about it I start to cry, I’m depressed and I don’t know why
Depression a word no one wants to hear, the panic attacks, anxiety and fears
Am I in the middle of some mid life crisis, am I finding guilt in all of my vices?
I can’t find the reasons for my depression, I’m on the edge of aggression
Life is good I should be happy, I’m in a lonely thought I feel trapped in
I’m depressed will I ever break free, being depressed it’s not me
To many loses to many deaths, or the guilt of all my regrets
Grinding at me like the grim reaper, digging deeper and deeper
So I try to think good thought, cause there’s nothing I should be depressed about