Even if i am depressed Can i still live a life? If a depressed personality is just chronic demise If i'm talking to a doctor I always feel like i should lie If i can't get well Might as well be the sickest one alive Can i love you even though I'm clearly mental Even though you're probably, definitely Better off alone If you love me can you promise To be patient and be gentle Cause the road to being vulnerable is paved with broken bones My borderline is telling me to freak out My avoidant tells me to avoid the mess My depression tells me: "Ah, sleep it off till next year" And my OCD repeats it all Again, again, again And i'm sick enough for fifteen minutes once a week And this is the first time that i have actually liked my shrink I'm sick enough for it to affect everything How i talk, how i act How i think, how i speak No hands, no chance really was the truth I should've known by seventeen I would never be like you cause No brain, no pain And i yearn for that for me Life without thinking Without doubting everything No hands, no chance And with these tiny stumps I'll play music, sing until i have no air left in my lungs No brain, no pain, yeah But no brain, no songs So i'll just keep on playing Keep on singing till i'm gone