Half the world is wandering, the other half is lost.
Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight, but it's 8p.m. It's always 8p.m and you keep apologizing for it.
Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?
Your words were music to me tonight, but you weren't mine to listen to.
I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.
I hope my forgiveness reminds you,Of the part you forgot to break in me.