Its Never Been About Her She’s Not The Reason I Feel Down,

Its never been about her she’s not the reason I feel down,

I just get so fucking tired having nobody around.

I push myself to push myself and what’s it even for?

I’m looking at the future and it’s filled with broken doors,

And they don’t lead to anywhere I’m lost inside a maze.

Just trying to find a home but maybe home is heaven’s gates.

So I try and fight the feeling and I take another shot,

In hopes it clears my brain before I try and take a, shot.

Yeah, it’s a little harder than you think,

I smile for the camera but inside I feel so weak.

I talk about these fakes, but the fake is really me.

Battling depression since before I was thirteen.

And none would ever guess because I wore the biggest smile.

No one would have guessed because I’m always running wild.

But every night’s a struggle and I cry myself to sleep.

They think I’m on a diet but I really just can’t eat.

So I sit here by myself as I put my thoughts down into words,

My anxiety is killing me and my skin it starts to burn,

I try and hold it back but tears flood like swimming pools

For so long it’s been over but I hold on like a fool.