Depression is my name.
Making you unhappy keeps me sane.
I have a special delivery, which consist of suicidal thoughts and extremely vile memories.
Watching you fall closer to the edge makes me happy in the end.
Them not caring about you anymore is only the beginning.
The lesson being taught? Put yourself to misery.
Should have said something sooner.. maybe then I would have came much quicker.
Depression is my name.
You're falling apart inside and im playing this very fun mental game,
slithering around slowly on the inside of your brain.
