Frustration is getting the best of me
Trying to die isn't easy as it seems
I throw myself from the tip of my brain
Why is it so easy for Thursdays to get
And to think of you always, so covers the nation
Now I'll take the plunge with no hesitation
Because there's only so much that one man can give
I stand here empty handed with no reason to live
Depression x4
Well, they say that every dog has its game
But the obituaries never print my name
So I'm forced to decide my own extermination
Whatever the cause, I will learn my lesson
I feel this pain in the back of my stomach
But pain is so great, it's hard for me not to love it
When hard social maggots starting to devour
Our game by our game, hour by hour
Depression x2
Depression x2
Depression
Put me out of my misery
If you call yourself a friend
Put me out of my misery
Put a bullet in my head
True friends don't let true friends suffer
Punk, don't let it to my brain
Every night I pray to mother
Come to me and ease the pain
Put me out of my misery
If you call yourself a friend
Put me out of my misery
Put a bullet in my head