What it's like to be the Depressed me
What it’s like to be the Depressed me
What it’s like to be the Depressed me?
It’s hell, you see
Covid-19, it’s affecting us all
None of us wanted to take the fall
But for us people with messed up minds, it’s even worse
It’s like a curse
My Depression had come back, you see
And that’s something no-one wants to be
When you’re Depressed, the happier, motivated self you once knew, you can say goodbye to
It’s a disease, not meant to please
A version of yourself you don’t ever wanna be, trust me
You see, mine all started back in 2008 when I lost my best friend
We said we would be together ‘til the end
But then she decided she didn’t want anymore of this life, so she said goodbye
For a while I felt I was left high and dry
I was so shocked I couldn’t even cry
But it did make me stronger in the end, farewell, Sandi, my friend
What it’s like to be the Depressed me
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