Every Year Inevitably Becoming A Mess
Starting To Lose Sleep, The Time Has Come To Be Depressed

Chemically Imbalanced, Apathetically Seeking Romance
My Thoughts Focusing Negatively On The Past

Seasonally Insane, Tormented By Addicting Pains
Everything I Was, Temporarily Engulfed In Flames

Five Months Of Hate, It’s Time For Me To Go Away
Every Time Hoping I’ll Be Back One Day

The Beast Within Released, Now I Have Become The Disease
All Those Around Me Wishing I’d Be At Ease, Yet Nothing Seems To Please

Waiting To Be Me, Every Day Wanting To Scream
Why Can’t This All Be A Bad Dream, Not My Reality?

Nothing Is What It Seems, Paranoid Delusions Contaminating All That I See
Nothing Known Can Cure This Disease

Why Can’t I Just Be Me?
Why Can’t Anyone Set Me Free?