Deprime

I need a new way to reset
I need a new way to forget
I’ve got voices in my head trying to tie me to this bed

I’m tired of not being content, feeling guilty for who I am
Sometimes I think of the end, a permanent solution to this problem

I can’t see
I can’t breathe
I can’t love
Should I leave?

I’ve looked to friends, love and medication and still I have no salvation
Were we made to bend or break? Because I’m afraid I’m all of my mistakes

I wish I could say I was young
I want to be a better son
I want to be a better half
I want to make myself last

I can’t see
I can’t breathe
I can’t love
Should I leave?