As I sit and listen to the sound of the music
I can't helpnbut relate to the emotions of the artist
I guess sometimes we can't write our own fate.
It's a mistake to think that some things just might change
Yet the outcome still remains the same

Just like the hollow sound of laying under a set of empty sheets between me and this misery
Oh that bitter old company that I continue to seek.
Maybe I'm just addicted to this misery thats plagued me to the very core of my being

I'm a man of many traits but learning to change?
Sadly this suffering has always been a daily struggle to me.
Living a life of depression is not one I would ever wish upon my worse villans.

That leaves one question remaining...
Am I willing to give in and call it quits?
Or will I find the strength to keep pushing?
I think my stubbornness can answer this question.