| So much grows around me
|
| In my solitary
|
| No matter how far I reach
|
| I can’t feel a thing
|
| Drowning
|
| So to speak
|
| Tell me, do you even know
|
| What depression looks like?
|
| Is it tangible?
|
| See through every disguise
|
| So much to show
|
| But is my progression finite
|
| Does it matter at all? |
| (Matter at all)
|
| Lately I’m feeling like the only tree
|
| Breaking through the canopy
|
| Hoping for sunlight
|
| Leaving my roots behind
|
| Talk like you always know what’s best for me
|
| The voices they are deafening
|
| Staring past my eyes
|
| Telling me how I lie to myself
|
| I have everything that I need
|
| But I can’t see what’s in front of me
|
| Autumn comes to cut me down to size
|
| It becomes beautiful to die
|
| Still waiting, patiently
|
| Tell me, do you even know
|
| What depression looks like?
|
| Is it tangible?
|
| See through every disguise
|
| So much to show
|
| But is my progression finite
|
| Does it matter at all? |
| (Matter at all)
|
| Lately I’m feeling like the only tree
|
| Breaking through the canopy
|
| Hoping for sunlight
|
| Leaving my roots behind
|
| Talk like you always know what’s best for me
|
| The voices they are deafening
|
| Staring past my eyes
|
| Telling me how I die; |
| alone
|
| I have everything that I need
|
| But I can’t see what’s in front of me |