If I'd get up now
My bed would probably miss me
It be so damn confused
It'd think; ''where the hell is she?
And the first floor of my house
Would be shocked to see me
Cause what is she doing here?
She is usually upstairs
They call it the dark days before Christmas for a reason
But it'd be lying if I said I don't feel this every season
So I'm starting to worry
Will I ever get better?
Everyone tells me it's only temporary
But what if they're wrong?
What if it will always be a part of me?
And my family is worried
Cause I used to be the light
At every Sunday gathering
But now they see how I
How I slowly dimmed every inch of me
How I'm scared that I can no langer carry the burden
What will happen if I slide down further?
So I'm starting to worry
Will I ever get better? (Will I ever get better?)
Everyone tells me it's only temporary
But what if they're wrong?
What if it will always be a part of me?
Maybe I'm doomed to always feel this sad
Cause the life I used to have
Where I was still happy (Ah)
Feels like a distant memory (Ah)
And I envy people who aren't sad
While I fight for every smile I crack
Yeah I'm hurting (yeah I'm hurting)
And close to dropping the curtain
So I'm starting to worry
Will I ever get better?
Everyone tells me it's only temporary
But what if they're wrong?
What if it will always be a part of me?