When my whole life crumbled I just couldn't find the ledge,
instead I found myself hanging tight on to the edge.
This monster called Depression stole my mind and then he said,
"the only way out of this Hell is when you're dead.." //
I started to believe him 'cause I wasn't thinking right,
and every night I lay in a fright filled with a spite.
And that spite consumed absolutely everything in life,
I had to turn back to the Cannabis just to survive. //
Instead of finding the strength to fight the plight that I was facing,
anxiety took control and left my whole body racing.
Filled...