Hey, it’s me, I’m depressed again.

I’ve been visiting the graves of what I had back then
and once again,
it all means more once it’s dead.

I’ve quit my ego
because the guilt trips leave me hung over the next day.
I’ve given up on my self confidence
because it’s never loyal enough to stay.

And I’m building bridges to keep from drowning
in the river of my disease.
I’ve been lost once before, it won’t happen again
I’ve lost once before, I won’t leave again.

I’m attempting to climb up the wall again
trying to find a good view, a window seat
because one too many times I have lied on my back and accepted defeat
because one too many times I have shut my mouth and stared at my feet
because one too many times I have let them kill the best of me.

I’m climbing back out from the gutter,
building homes back up from the wreckage left over.
These words are the blood to my veins, it’s true
and no longer will I waste them all on you.