My eyes are heavy br full of sleep br my tears twinkle br when i weep br my face is pale br my lips are blue br i am who i am br i just wish i were you br br my obsession with depression br has taken its hold br my addiction to self infliction br has taken its toll br i watch my blood trickle down the drain br i feel relieved from my pain br i hate my life br carved into my arm with a knife br once again my worries wouldnt fade away br and i dream one day will be a better day br so here i am br half one in the morning br 25 years and far too many tears br and already depression has taken its hold br 25 years br not many stories to be told br i think its fair to say br its time for my hand to fold.