Depression کے بول

Reasons for my smile were buried with the Sun The day I no longer feel this pain will be the scariest one Mirrors don't say much to me When a hollow and dark shell is all I can see Take my hand and grip it hard, save me from the hardest part What's the use of all this happiness and joy? When we're doomed to fall eternally into the void I wish I could stand up again But from myself I've always ran And now my silence is all I hear I'm not afraid as I feel death drawing near I wish I could stand up again Hiding my face inside my hands My life is just another line in the sand Surrounded by people but I'm always alone Dreaming of life in a grave of my own Forever descending (descending) Lost in a maze Noided for life Into the abyss I gaze