Tomorrow is about to be my past
Sleep hasn't come over me in days...

I fell down the stairs, not once but twice
I thought that maybe, tonight was the night...

Climbing higher, higher into the tree
My hands are bleeding, but there's no stopping now...

Eyes glazed over, outlined with pain
Just one more night, with nothing to gain...

Sitting in her bed, with her sheets pulled over...
Thinking that anyone who stared into her blue eyes...

Your room is filled with darkness
Trying to find your way to the light switch...

You held my head under the water
I drowned in your tears, not my own...

A cloudy mind and a wish to die
Feeling like this, just to get high...

Shifty eyes and shaking hands
Once and for all, ridding himself of these lands...

Depression is the color of deep, dark, ocean water
It sounds like the crack of thunder...