Depression through my eyes
I'm running through the streets again
the streets I know so well
there's a thick and cloudy ceiling
keeping me trapped in eternal hell
I cant seem to break it
I just keep running along
its playing on repeat again
what is that dreadful song?
My body finds this torture
living in pain and hate
knowing I cant escape it
for me its grown too late
I see your happy up there
surrounded by people and love
I often think while I'm running
of ways to escape above
there is no way to smash it
its made of extra strong stuff
stuck hear running alone
I really have had enough
but still I keep on run