Part Of Me

If I'd get up now My bed would probably miss me It be so damn confused It'd think; ''where the hell is she? And the first floor of my house Would be shocked to see me Cause what is she doing here? She is usually upstairs They call it the dark days before Christmas for a reason But it'd be lying if I said I don't feel this every season So I'm starting to worry Will I ever get better? Everyone tells me it's only temporary But what if they're wrong? What if it will always be a part of me? And my family is worried Cause I used to be the light At every Sunday gathering But now they see how I How I slowly dimmed every inch of me How I'm scared that I can no langer carry the burden What will happen if I slide down further? So I'm starting to worry Will I ever get better? (Will I ever get better?) Everyone tells me it's only temporary But what if they're wrong? What if it will always be a part of me? Maybe I'm doomed to always feel this sad Cause the life I used to have Where I was still happy (Ah) Feels like a distant memory (Ah) And I envy people who aren't sad While I fight for every smile I crack Yeah I'm hurting (yeah I'm hurting) And close to dropping the curtain So I'm starting to worry Will I ever get better? Everyone tells me it's only temporary But what if they're wrong? What if it will always be a part of me?