Looking at my window pane,
Trying to ease the pain,
Tears falling in straight lines,
Everything can't seem to be fine.
Shooting stars don't make me sleep,
For promises they couldn't keep,
All they is fall, fall, fall, fall, fall,
Into the everlasting void of pit.
The moon outside, my favorite thing,
This isn't the first time it failed to make me smile,
Instead it made me cry, cry, cry, cry,
For its distance is far away from a mile.
Depression, depression, depression,
Look what you've done to me,
Too blind to see the colors in motion,
To numb to feel loved and happy and free.
The dreams that I have when I'm wide awake,
Are the old cinematic records of my life at sake,
They travel down into my core very fast,
Escaping in my eyes and rolling down my cheek at the very last.
Meanwhile it turns into nightmares,
When I lie down to fall asleep,
My black and white soul,
It wants to reap.
Depression, depression, depression,
Look what you've done to me,
Too blind to see the colors in motion,
To numb to feel loved and happy and free.
I'll wake up the very next day,
With a big smile on my face,
But at night I'm very sure,
I'll lose this grace.