Feeling under water,
my heart beats twice as slow...
I can't keep going through this,
feeling this damn low...

 My eyes are filled with tears,
I don't know why I'm crying...
But all this medication,
makes me feel like I am dying...

 Lately I don't smile,
lately I don't laugh...
My slope is decreasing greatly,
my therapist keeps a the graph...

 She tells me something's wrong,
says I need more pills... 
To stop me from my depression,
to help with empty spills...

 Seven pills a day,
they don't help me at all...
They make me like a zombie,
only helping me to fall...

 So tell me what to do,
how not to be so empty...
Do I need my pills,
or somebody to help me...