I wake up to nagging alarmsMy depression swarmsGetting up is a fight I want to win against myselfI look at my medication on the shelfIt’s something that will help me get through todayIn the end, I will be the one who will stay

Don’t believe everything you tell yourself.

One of these daysI’ll be okayOne of these daysI won’t feel this wayOne of these days

I can’t get out of my headI can’t get out of bedAll I feel is dreadI wish I was deadBut I will go on

The monsters under my bed moved to my head.

Many people covet other people’s lives without knowing what goes on inside those people’s minds.

One, two, threeI think they call it OCDEleven fifty-nineFear freezes me in timeSay these words just rightAnd maybe you’ll win the fight