I woke up to depression, it's my newest, fondest friend, he knows everything about me, even though I never invited him in.
He cries all my tears, and fills my head with doubt, with such a true friend like this, how before did I ever feel without?
Never mind happiness, now I don't try to pretend, if ever I feel alone, I look at my scars, and I'm thankful for my new best friend.
We have conversations, unlike any other, he's smart, and he's wise, such a talented decorate, to me, he's more like my brother.
He never takes it to heart, and all my sinful thoughts, he tries to ignore, whenever I feel the slightness bit of happiness, he shows me the truth, once again, what the hell am I living for?
