And I want out of this life on drugs.

Woke up this morning afraid I was gonna live.

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

if only my whole life could be words and music, if only everything else could slip away.

They can give you all the pills on earth and do whatever - and you're still yourself.

For all of my life I have needed more.

I was so scared to give up depression, fearing that somehow the worst part of me was actually all of me.