​One, two, three, go!

I'm losing you
Day by fucking day
Walking corpse
Looking back at me

I hate that I feel this way
About the woman that helped raise me
Think back to the years you were sick
And how things could've been different

Mother, I still see you
In the things you do
You shine through
I hate that I miss you

I hate that I miss you

Depression sets in
As you lay in your bed
One way or another
This has to end

Depression sets in
As you lay in your bed
One way or another
This has to end
♪
Don't know which day could be the last
Or if that day already passed