Depression Is My Best Friend

Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression It's neverending Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression It's neverending Fucking depress Eh, eh, eh, ooh If I could make one hit Would I wanna live If I could just get rich And buy some fucks to give If I could pop champagne Could I drown the pain In a Rolls Royce Wraith Could I get away 'Cause I Don't feel like singing Don't feel like dancing Don't feel like living Don't feel like anything I'm losing feeling Heart isn't beating I'm disapearing And you're the reason Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression It's neverending Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression It's neverending Fucking depress Eh, eh, eh, ooh If I made millions all day Would you go away In a private plane Could I get away With a penthouse view Would I still see you Would a new Rolex Make me smile again 'Cause I Don't feel like singing Don't feel like dancing Don't feel like living Don't feel like anything I'm losing feeling Heart isn't beating I'm disapearing And you're the reason Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression It's neverending Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression, yeah Yeah, you're my best friend Yeah, you're my best friend Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression You're my best friend Fucking depression It's neverending Fucking depress Eh, eh, eh, ooh