In my mind something's wrong with me,
Its easy to point out and its easy to see.
Like today, its gloomy and gray
which makes me feel all irritable and stray.
An drug I need to help me cope,
An drug I need to give me more hope.
I need something I can use to kill my thoughts,
Before they turn from good to worse.
Thoughts of death are sneaking upon me,
For there are illusions that I see.

Where is the love?
What future is there for me?
The effects of depression is on its killing spree.
Tired and faint my body feels,
Scared and alone I feel that I am.
An aspirin I can use to cure this sickening headache,
But its an anti-depressant I can use to kill this mental state.
 
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