depression

yep, im feeling stressed

i look around and see my lifes a mess,

not feeling my best, kinda wish i was deaf,

got to take my breathe before i run out of air,

i cant go through life living without a care,

She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear,

that is my girl stand by me and take a breathe of fresh air,

grasp it like it was your last,

im about to collapse,

now she pick me up giving me a second chance,

we always gonna relapse so what the point of fighting,

your love is so enticing its forms to my liking,

but as im lying and dying you come and take a look,

deep into my eyes, i appear shook

you must me mistook if you think imma go that easily,

fight for every last breathe gasping repeatedly,