I still get up every morning
And I tend to my garden
I know that nothing is planted
Call it a lack of investment in the future
When I look through my pictures
I see a pattern emerging
My eyes are slowly closing
By now they're hardly open
From the crying
And the dying
I never know what I'm doing
But I can sound so convincing
I'll make you feel so defeated
And then I feel so completely defeated
I walk the line of depression
I let it turn to aggression
Cause I like to think I'm a winner
But I can't shake the feeling
That really
I'm a loser
What I think I need
Is something to believe in
What I think I need
Is someone to believe in me