Our song

The horror of living - the pain of dying. The horror of knowing all that I've done. The pain of knowing what I'll become. Last night we fell deeper than we're fallen before. Depression grabs me - pulls me down yet again. But I will rely on you. Rely on you to pull me out. My friend - I will rely on you. Is this living - am I breathing. Is my pain worth deceiving. And I will rely on you...to pull me out.