Depression

Depression
Tell me to be estrong, every thing will go
Tell me to be estrong, don´t need your control

I get high, sleep fall down, get up and fall again
I wish I could free myself from this
I cry agonize, loging, roting, feel this pain
I wish I could free myself from this

You are born to die
You are born to die
You are born to die

Tell me to be estrong, every thing will go
Tell me to be estrong, don´t need your control

I get high, sleep fall down, get up and fall again
I wish I could free myself from this
I cry agonize, loging, roting, feel this pain
I wish I could free myself from this

You are born to die
You are born to die
You are born to die, depression

Depression