Wiser Observer - Depressed lyrics
[Wiser Observer - Depressed lyrics]
When did I get here?
I thought the diagnosis would be clear
Don't know how to show you how I feel
My councillor she thinks that I need pills
I'm feeling so vulnerable
Am I sick or emotional?
I'm feeling responsible accountable
For not moving from my past
Keep looking at my hands how do they do it?
How do they do it?
How do they look at the world as
It is and keep it moving?
How do you prove it? How do you prove it?
I see the joy on your face
You tell me just choose it
I've felt this way a long long while
Shouldn't I be better by now?
I feel this way I'm stuck in time
I swear I should be better by now
Living is easy
Just act like how they living on TV
Look at how I smile please believe me
I'm a thespian on my CV
God, can you hear me? (God, can you hear me?)
Yell cut in my bedroom an emotional recluse
Can't trust who to vent to
Analysing my friends too
Kill yourself, kill yourself
Motherfucker do you hear yourself?
Get some help haven't really been yourself
Fear yourself
I have the theory that you like this hell
I like the theory that the drugs won't sell
If your environment is built real well
Am I sick or romanticising?
Depressed or I'm unwilling
To work on my happiness because
This life seems so unforgiving
Being happy seems selfish in a world full of
Robbers and fucking rapists
Malcolm X or Doctor King?
Vigilantism or empathy?
Is the world sick or is it me?
Am I a realist or am I twisted?
Are you deluded or optimistic?
Am I weak or overthinking?
And you ask me why I'm drinking
I thought the diagnosis would be clear
Don't know how to show you how I feel
My councillor she thinks that I need pills
I'm feeling so vulnerable
Am I sick or emotional?
I'm feeling responsible accountable
For not moving from my past
Keep looking at my hands how do they do it?
How do they do it?
How do they look at the world as
It is and keep it moving?
How do you prove it? How do you prove it?
I see the joy on your face
You tell me just choose it
I've felt this way a long long while
Shouldn't I be better by now?
I feel this way I'm stuck in time
I swear I should be better by now
Living is easy
Just act like how they living on TV
Look at how I smile please believe me
I'm a thespian on my CV
God, can you hear me? (God, can you hear me?)
Yell cut in my bedroom an emotional recluse
Can't trust who to vent to
Analysing my friends too
Kill yourself, kill yourself
Motherfucker do you hear yourself?
Get some help haven't really been yourself
Fear yourself
I have the theory that you like this hell
I like the theory that the drugs won't sell
If your environment is built real well
Am I sick or romanticising?
Depressed or I'm unwilling
To work on my happiness because
This life seems so unforgiving
Being happy seems selfish in a world full of
Robbers and fucking rapists
Malcolm X or Doctor King?
Vigilantism or empathy?
Is the world sick or is it me?
Am I a realist or am I twisted?
Are you deluded or optimistic?
Am I weak or overthinking?
And you ask me why I'm drinking