You slept for twelve whole hours Took a shower and laid back in bed How are you tired again? You skipped another breakfast You thought it'd help with that feeling you get When you get on the Internet Therapy's turned all your problems to dollars They're making a profit off somebody's daughter Your father, he never believed in that stuff anyways He says you're okay But slowly, all the colors turn to gray The devil's come to play And you're doing your best just to fight it Nobody's listening, so you just hide it Slowly, who you are just fades away There's a ghost left in your place You're so sad, but you ain't even crying You're still alive, but you feel like you're dying Oh, and your friends keep calling Your melancholy gives you a good excuse To spend the evening in your room Oh, and you finally work up the nerve just to tell them They tell you that you're only seeking attention The thing with depression is you can't control it You try to ignore it, but before you know it Slowly, all the colors turn to gray The devil's come to play And you're doing your best just to fight it Nobody's listening, so you just hide it Slowly, who you are just fades away There's a ghost left in your place You're so sad, but you ain't even crying You're still alive, but you feel like you're dying