Saying Goodbye

Define lunatic and tell me what you get out of it

If sadness is the first, I'll be the first to speak bout it

It's a painful experience with deadly side effects

I show a perfect fake smile and proceed to hide the rest

Behind the stress is the devil, controlling how it plays out

In the skull of a vulnerable person, the rage is out

It's too late to stop his tactics, the pressure is on

The body's weak from the depression, depression is strong

Hanging on draws me closer to the ledge, to fall

When on the edge, you get no messages, support, or phone calls

No love, so what's left is to turn to the drugs

Reaching out, I get ignored, so why should I budge?