I wrote this song back in college called Why. Recorded this version today in my apartment. Seems to help me get out of a depression when I sing about being depressed. My voice is beautiful. Thanks neighbors! Lyrics below.
It’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon and I haven’t left my room
My brain is spilling over and I’m predicting certain doom
It’s a game I always pretend, but it’s a game I never win
But I still try to beat it, by making the world stop its spin
It’s hopeless fight I know, but I can’t let go
This won’t be over in 30 minutes, this isn’t TV show
So I lay in my bed and I feel like I’m dead, and once again I block out the world
with a pillow over my head
It’s the third day in a row, that I couldn’t let go
of the things that matter the least, cause to me they matter the most
Now what the hell am I to do? when I dont have a clue
and I can’t let go of thoughts that just aren’t true
So I’m a wreck, I’m a mess, I’m a cliche, but it doesn’t hurt any less
This I must confess, that
I don’t know who I am, and I don’t know why
So I sit and I scream, but only silently
and I hold it in, try to fit in,
am I really smiling?
Run, run away,
Don’t listen to, what they say.
Or stay, stay and hide,
But you can’t hide from what’s inside your mind