Ain’t no fake shit, don’t care bout that discretion shit

But half of y’all don’t even know what depression is

Y’all barely really know what a therapy session is

Well Mr. Bratter’s here to teach you a lesson bitch

People get dumped and complain their depressed

You don’t know what that shit is till you struggle to get rest

Till you wake up every morning wishing someone point a gun to your chest

And you want the trigger pulled so the pain will end

It’s a continuous, never-ending cyclе

Asking where’s happiness, waiting for his arrival

Thеn you break the cycle for about half a day

Then you go right back to that downhill spiral

You guys don’t know what this shit does to people

It’s sometimes why drug addicts turn to the needle

It’s sometimes why people like me turn evil

Depression’s the weapon that’s most lethal

Constantly wanting to die but you’re too scared

And you feel like if you left, nobody would care

You tell yourself you’re fucking tired of breathing the air

And you’re yelling at God saying this shit ain’t fair

You start to question everything you once knew

People say they love you but you think it’s not true

Screaming at your loved ones and at yourself

Saying “This ain’t life, this is hell”

Every single day you do the same things

Go to work then come home, your life on a string

Feeling like a bird with a broken wing

Asking God for help where is he

Oh he ain’t coming, looks like you’re on your own

The only thing that you got is your headphones

You’ve gotten this far somehow

But now you wonder what they’re gonna write on your tombstone

And you know what sucks?

Losing the passion for something that you loved

Watching people that you thought cared about you leave

And it turns out they never gave a fuck

About you or your damn feelings

Nobody gives a fuck about the depression you’re dealing

With and it’s sad to see these people we’re losing

To suicide cause they never got the proper healing

You constantly think that in life you going nowhere

Every day is always too much to bear

Good days are way too rare

And you don’t even bother trying to say a prayer

Nothing can save you now, you’re helpless

You turn to drugs thinking that it helps stress

And it may but it only lasts for a bit

Then when you come back down you go back to feeling like shit

People ask “How are you?”

If they only knew

That you struggling to survive

But you don’t tell the truth

You say you’re fine with a fake smile on your face

Knowing that you’re running a losing race

Everything’s closing in around you, you just need some space

And to everyone you feel like a damn disgrace

You like being alone, but hate feeling lonely

And you’re crying in your room thinking if you could only

Go back to when things were easier as a kid

But the problem is, you were depressed then

Now you might be wondering how I know this

Cause this is what I go through on a daily basis

And I know I’m not alone when I say

“Too many people these days are so abrasive”

This is a battle nobody should have to fight

And when you do it’s a shotgun vs a pocket knife

You either show it or pretend that your future’s bright

But you know deep inside you’ll never be alright