Song called Why

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