I didn't think I'd be here (again)
I'm sitting on my couch and I no longer have the strength to cry I've got a bottle of beer to try and calm myself down My lover sleeps peacefully in the room a few steps away And I feel this ferocious shadow of a beast Consuming me from the inside again Invading my dreams, my thoughts, my heart Filling me with fear and sadness and bitterness and pain I did not think I'd be here again Depression has a way to catch up like a stealthy predator You do not see it coming until its teeth are already sunk I used to think myself too tender for this world and to think that God made me that way As a child I could swear there was always a light shining bright next to me, guiding my steps And now, as I sit in this very silent room, I deeply believe that God has long forsaken me Abandoned me, forgotten all about me As a jilted child with an imperfect heart and a poisoned mind I see that I am not too tender for this world, I am in fact too weak to endure it I do not want t