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The battle begins when you open your eyes
And continues until you close them at night
Sometimes not even then does it end because these feelings carry on into your dreaming
Only for you to wake up and to begin again
Your enemy is yourself
And also, not yourself, see
Anxiety's hard to explain
Depression's more than just one bad day
And men and mental illness have never really understood each anyway so here's the gist:
Your enemy is an invisible force you can only really fight through metaphors
You're in a sword fight
With your own foresight
Every victory hidden from public eye
Every wound you take yields an invisible cry
It's a beast you can't kill but it's one you can fight
And maybe with some words you can soften the bite, cause
Depression is a lion you've been locked in a cage with, and somebody threw away the key
You're in a roman coliseum and there's nowhere to flee
The whole world is watching but nobody's helping
And you're a fighter, it's true, but now you worry
Cause you're a worrier
But you're a warrior
And you worry
But you fight
So here's my advice: punch the lion in the mouth
Normally you don't condone violence, but for depression you make an exception
A quick right hook should teach it a lesson, and if it doesn't?
Let it come back for seconds, cause you are champion
The fact that you're still standing, still here, still alive, proves that you have the drive and the words to survive
With anxiety, life's a racehorse you never wanted to ride
And as you hang on for dear life you here something inside say "let go"
But you're better than suicide
Mind addled, every social encounter an uphill battle
Heart beats so fast it's hard to handle
Life bucks and tries to throw you off the saddle
But you grit your teeth and straddle
Hold on tight, not cause it's wrong or right
But cause deep down in your scarred heart there's a warrior inside
You've been a fighter since birth, and never believed in your own worth
You've got a punch that can shake the Earth
I won't say you've won but you've survived the day, you've beat back depression in your very own way
You've cut a path through the needless pain and sorrow
Get some rest; you've earned it. Then do the same thing tomorrow.
And continues until you close them at night
Sometimes not even then does it end because these feelings carry on into your dreaming
Only for you to wake up and to begin again
Your enemy is yourself
And also, not yourself, see
Anxiety's hard to explain
Depression's more than just one bad day
And men and mental illness have never really understood each anyway so here's the gist:
Your enemy is an invisible force you can only really fight through metaphors
You're in a sword fight
With your own foresight
Every victory hidden from public eye
Every wound you take yields an invisible cry
It's a beast you can't kill but it's one you can fight
And maybe with some words you can soften the bite, cause
Depression is a lion you've been locked in a cage with, and somebody threw away the key
You're in a roman coliseum and there's nowhere to flee
The whole world is watching but nobody's helping
And you're a fighter, it's true, but now you worry
Cause you're a worrier
But you're a warrior
And you worry
But you fight
So here's my advice: punch the lion in the mouth
Normally you don't condone violence, but for depression you make an exception
A quick right hook should teach it a lesson, and if it doesn't?
Let it come back for seconds, cause you are champion
The fact that you're still standing, still here, still alive, proves that you have the drive and the words to survive
With anxiety, life's a racehorse you never wanted to ride
And as you hang on for dear life you here something inside say "let go"
But you're better than suicide
Mind addled, every social encounter an uphill battle
Heart beats so fast it's hard to handle
Life bucks and tries to throw you off the saddle
But you grit your teeth and straddle
Hold on tight, not cause it's wrong or right
But cause deep down in your scarred heart there's a warrior inside
You've been a fighter since birth, and never believed in your own worth
You've got a punch that can shake the Earth
I won't say you've won but you've survived the day, you've beat back depression in your very own way
You've cut a path through the needless pain and sorrow
Get some rest; you've earned it. Then do the same thing tomorrow.