Depression - Part 2

Born in 1900, born to be a man My smile is my disguise, but inside angry and sore I think I might go crazy, I am feeling kind a weak I want to be alone, I am ready for death I press the knife into my wrist And I hear my blood pour out [Chorus] As the stars come out Need to meet a god I am lost in my own world There is nowhere to hide No hope in my life I like to taste pain My fear is your fear There is nowhere......nowhere to hide! Once again I'm praying, 'cause I'm looking for a god I need someone to trust, I try to clear my mind I need some time to think, my mind is going blank Like a tear down on my face, I am on a road to death