Story Behind The Song
Song about dealing with my depression, and the abandinment from my lover because of my depression.
| Song Length |
3:21 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Depressing, Miserable |
Subject |
Suicide, Existence |
| Similar Artists |
Pink Floyd, The Beatles |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
The cracks inside of my brain,
they act as a drain
for those thoughts to creep in so slowly.
At first they only just drip drop,
but they can find the weak spots.
And soon they'll flood my concious again.
I feel like I should cry,
like I want to die.
But I'm alive and well,
and living through hell.
The preasure builds and builds, I cannot take much more.
I'm tired of picking myself up off of the floor.
Feels like I'm gonna lose it again.
Chorus:
I cannot tell you how nice it'd be just to get away from the pain.
One little pill will make you feel O.K.
Why can't this thing just end?
Why'd it have to begin?
I can't move it along, but I can make it a song.
I could take your drugs, become dependant on them,
but that's a padded cell I don't want to live in.
So I'll just face it all alone again.
No sleep is starting to show on my skin, again.
But I don't really mind, this time.
The cracks inside of my brain, they act as a drain
for those thoughts to creep in so slowly.
At first they only just drip drop,
but they can find the weak spots.
And soon they'll flood my concious again.
Chorus