Chapter 3 - Depressed

Wake up
at seven AM.
Don't wanna wake up
or move myself from bed
I'm just so confused
what with yesterday
(spoken) I don't even know what to do
(spoken) or what to even say

'cuz in my mind
it's everywhere, it seems.
And I(3)
am done with trying to please
the ones who make my life a struggle.
I get so mad,
so stressed,
I get depressed.


Wake up,
it's almost noon again.
Wake up,
still can't move my feet from bed.
All the voices
keep ringing in my ears.
Oh please, guys,
(spoken) find someone else to hound and steer.

Walk out
with a trudge in every step.
Take a breath
of the town that never let
me choose my own path to take,
choose if I were real or fake,
but what's the point
(spoken) of even trying, for heaven's sake?

'cuz in my mind
it's everywhere, it seems.
And I(3)
am done with trying to please
the ones who make my life a struggle.
I get so mad,
so stressed,
I get depressed.

The ones who drive me mad
are the ones who seem the closest
and the ones who drive me up the wall
are the ones who I detest;
but the thing I find weird
are the ones who are depressed--
they never have a chance to speak
nor a presence to respect

'cuz in their mind,
it's everyone, it seems,
that makes the world spin backwards
and throw them on their knees
(spoken) just to serve someone else.*
They get so mad,*
so, so mad*
they get depressed.