[Hook]

'Cause I can use a hand sometimes

Yeah I can use a hand sometimes

They say pain is an illusion

This is just a bruise and

You are just confused but

I am only human

I can use a hand sometimes

I am only human

[Verse 1]

I'm only human, no different from you

I’ve been feeling rather blue, and that much is true

I wake up, take a tablet and I feel fine

Otherwise, I walk around feeling like I died

I go through the day, feeling like a plastic bag

Discarded on the street floating aside old fags

I'm not being homophobic, I'm referring to cigarettes

Wish I had more hands to count up all my regrets

People at College think I'm some kind of emo kid

And mock me with all the stereotypes that are with it!

My skin's pale by nature, but people think I'm ill

In fact, I’m never happy unless I've swallowed a pill

I've never been into smoking weed nor alcohol in a cup

I have to fake a smile when people say "Lighten up."

Give me hard work, there's no doubt that I'll be stressed

But I'm sorry, it's not my fault I get bloody depressed!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I get upset easily, it's not my fault I'm like this!

When I'm Feeling Kinda Blue, but not like Miles Davis

I walk around, depression always follows me like a curse

When people take the mick, I start to always feel worse

But forget them, they're the ones that'll struggle through life

Whilst I get over this and live well with children and a wife

But what girl would want a boy who's uninteresting

And there's millions of boys that can be her best thing?

I'm just an Eeyore without a Winnie nor a Tigger

At least once a day, my tears always stains my fingers

What? I don't cut my wrists nor do I wear tons of black

But you jokers still call me an emo behind my back!

Sick of being treated like I’m not a human being

And I’ll hurt you just like you do with my feelings!

All the rumours about me and depression are just lies!

I am only human, when are you ever gonna realise?!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

However, this story does contain a happy ending

And it inspired me to write this message that I'm sending

At college, a group of teenage dirtbags were bullying me

Thought nobody would help me, tears made it hard to see

Until I heard a shout and my attackers disappeared

I saw another group of people once my vision had cleared

They held out a hand and helped me stand back up

This group were reassuring and so full of love

They were all around my age, late teen to early twenties

Been close to them ever since like a bunch of pennies

This group of people I can happily call my friends

Since then, the bullying had came around to an end

This can apply to anybody who's in the same hell

That I was: You can still find hope and make it out well

Don’t think that you can’t escape depression, because you can

After all, depression makes us only human