The Sound of Drums

Happiness... I forgot the feeling

Even right now the thought of dying is appealing

I need help, but i'm too afraid to ask

Because if I do I risk losing it all so fast

But its too late, I already lost my sparkle

Lost my shine because I sent my heart through a parcel

They say when a heart breaks its shatter can be heard for miles

The sound of a muscle crushing can be heard in many different styles

This is where I ask for help, my life has stopped

I dont want to be alive anymore, death is a wonderful thought

Im told to meditate, to take deep breaths

Im told it will cure me, as if depression was just a pest

But no, its a disease among many of us, a curse

Its the number one reason teenagers end up in a hearse

Because nobody cares, at least the ones who are important

But not many care about me, Dylan Horton

A promise was made, and I dont want her to die

If I go she goes, and I really dont know why

Everything moved so fast, and you did too

Here I am rehearsing how to tie a knot in a noose

Ill always have the scissors to cut the ones I love down

But when im hanging from a rope, who'll be there to keep me on the ground?