It seems like I am always on the run, 

But the running is never done, 

Depression never stops coming after me, 

I will never be set free.

Free from my past, 

Which I will never outlast, 

Free from my pain, 

Which will forever remain.. 

Iv'e tried to run away from depression, 

I found a new place to stay, 

I take medicine everyday, 

I went to the loony bin, 

I put on a fake grin, 

I smoke dabs everyday, 

I have my own bed where I can finally lay, 

I even had a girlfriend, 

But because of me it came to a sad end... 

I thought I outran my past, 

But my depression is too fast, 

No I am alone and sad, 

And I am becoming just like my dad....

Now my depression is double,

And I am in a lot of trouble,

I can't run anymore, 

And Depression is at the door.....

At the door to my brain, 

The place where I am always in pain, 

I locked the door so it couldn't come in, 

But this is where the story takes a dark spin......

Depression found it's way inside, 

And now I know everyone lied, 

They said I wouldn't always be depressed, 

But turns out I've always been possessed.......

Possessed by depression, 

Who asked me three questions, 

"Why have you been running away,

Didn't you know I am here to stay????????

This is my home I have the keys, 

That's why I control your dreams, 

Iv'e had a tracker on you sense day one,

Are you going to do your normal thing and run?????????"

I told Depression, 

"I didn't know you had the keys to my brain, 

I didn't know this was your domain, 

Now I can finally enjoy my death, 

I can't run anymore I am out of breath.........."