You want to help me br But there is nothing to help the fretting br 'God forbid you admit it' br I just call it 'broken' br br There is no fast glue br To put your world together br No matter how hard you try br Sometimes you dont know why br Fears are back in your head br br Depression its a regression br Attacks active minds it seems br You sit in a corner br And hope no one sees br br Stand tall and smile br While your dead inside br It eats away your esteem br “You all know what I mean” br br Show them all br Stand tall br Your ONLY depressed it seems.