Depression is like war
You have your soldiers
You have your battle scars
You have your many battles
And you have your war
But in the end depression teams with suicide
...and wins

It's easy to fake a smile, but it's hard to fake a tear...

She wraps her arms around her knees,
and she whispers why me?

I'll just lock away the pain, put away all of my fears, show you only fake smiles, but never the hidden tears.

I'm a lonely man down on his luck
downtrodden and stuck
living a life thats completely fukked

She forces herself to get up each morning
and have a smile on her face,
but as soon as the lights go out
she sits and cries herself dry.

My heart beats faster
My emotions strong
My pain is still here
But my tears are gone

~I desperately need help, but when they ask whats wrong, I lie and say nothing...~

I followed my gut
my gut said to cut

I try to stay strong and keep up this false pretense but I've fallen so far no longer can it be my defense.