It's my depression, My regression
Into darkness, Into Hell...

You ask me why I do it,
I ask you why not...

Another cliche,
An overused phrase...

Depression waits
A lion on the hunt...

I am lying now.
Not crying's how...

Our Past is made of Misery
Of Pain without an end...

Memories.
In the night...

I never wanted to be that girl,
The one who cries in public places...

Heart in Hand
And Heaven above...

Higher. Faster.
Push...

It's Mid-July in humid Spain
The running of the bulls...

Broken and Betrayed
Another lie...