Killing the Depression

Life fades away faster When you just don't feel like yourself And when you don't know what's going on And when you're caged within your own cell When you try to explain And try to make them understand That you can't go on You can't go on living like this And when you cock back the gun Placing it in its right position All you can tell them Is you were trying to kill the aggression And they still believe That is was all in your head But what does it matter now? It doesn't, 'cause you're dead But I I'm still alive and a mess I'm growing old My breath is giving less and less So while you're free Free of this misery and pain I'm still here suffering Suffering through hell again When I tried to figure it out When I tried to explain what went wrong I guess I wasn't enough I guess I took too long And when I tried to be happy And when I tried to be me But I couldn't go on pretending And when I cock back the gun And place it in its right position I can only tell you That I'm trying to kill the depression Written November 10, 2003