Small.Town.Depression - Decembre Noir

All doors are closed to my regular world outside

There is no difference between day and night

So many things have lost their great meaning

Darkness is the murderer of every single feeling

But some tears are flowing behind a mask of stone

Nothing is what it seems within my broken home

Sometimes looking for a drug to kill the pain

In these bitter moments of endless shame

No one can hear my voice

I never had the choice

There is no helping hand

Yearning for an end

I don’t know what I’ve become

Maybe an ugly remnant from a poor selection

I know there is no light for me

No God, no love and no word of affection

This gloomy house has stolen my smile

I raise the white flag for my own protection

All doors are closed to my regular world outside

There is no difference between day and night

So many things have lost their great meaning

Darkness is the murderer of every single feeling

Small town… small town depression!

Small town… small town depression!