Hey depression, I haven’t seen you in a while
I didn’t even think you still had my number to dial
I should’ve known you would come
You always seem to be there when I’m all alone
These words I let escape the pen is always the one that stops you from entering my dome
But I guess you built a new entry through my soul
I hope you just taking a stroll
Because I don’t want your true colors to unfold
Cause that’s when I start to mold
My heart gets cold
Just thinking of you taking back control
