
Lyrics to Depresion
You slept for twelve whole hours
Took a shower and laid back in bed
How are you tired again?
You skipped another breakfast
You thought it'd help with that feeling you get
When you get on the Internet
Therapy's turned all your problems to dollars
They're making a profit off somebody's daughter
Your father, he never believed in that stuff anyways
He says you're okay
But slowly, all the colors turn to gray
The devil's come to play
And you're doing your best just to fight it
Nobody's listening, so you just hide it
Slowly, who you are just fades away
There's a ghost left in your place
You're so sad, but you ain't even crying
You're still alive, but you feel like you're dying
Oh, and your friends keep calling
Your melancholy gives you a good excuse
To spend the evening in your room
Oh, and you finally work up the nerve just to tell them
They tell you that you're only seeking attention
The thing with depression is you can't control it
You try to ignore it, but before you know it
Slowly, all the colors turn to gray
The devil's come to play
And you're doing your best just to fight it
Nobody's listening, so you just hide it
Slowly, who you are just fades away
There's a ghost left in your place
You're so sad, but you ain't even crying
You're still alive, but you feel like you're dying
Took a shower and laid back in bed
How are you tired again?
You skipped another breakfast
You thought it'd help with that feeling you get
When you get on the Internet
Therapy's turned all your problems to dollars
They're making a profit off somebody's daughter
Your father, he never believed in that stuff anyways
He says you're okay
But slowly, all the colors turn to gray
The devil's come to play
And you're doing your best just to fight it
Nobody's listening, so you just hide it
Slowly, who you are just fades away
There's a ghost left in your place
You're so sad, but you ain't even crying
You're still alive, but you feel like you're dying
Oh, and your friends keep calling
Your melancholy gives you a good excuse
To spend the evening in your room
Oh, and you finally work up the nerve just to tell them
They tell you that you're only seeking attention
The thing with depression is you can't control it
You try to ignore it, but before you know it
Slowly, all the colors turn to gray
The devil's come to play
And you're doing your best just to fight it
Nobody's listening, so you just hide it
Slowly, who you are just fades away
There's a ghost left in your place
You're so sad, but you ain't even crying
You're still alive, but you feel like you're dying