My little first draft of a song I wrote during a depressive episode.

Lyrics: 
It seems that I physically here
But my brain has forgotten to steer
I’ll tug on your shirt when I feel like I’m ready to go 

Cover for me as I sink 
Into holes that I make when I think 
Build me with paper from books by old men I don’t know 

If cups of coffee
Make it seem 
I’m feeling fine 
Then that’s the dream 
I’ll buy another coffee to keep me awake 

This week I’ve been going through hell 
But you tell me that I’m looking well 
Hiding behind smoke and mirrors that keep me in tact 

Come watch a girl disappear 
Into words that she can’t even hear
I feel exposed, is this brick or just mould in the cracks?
I think I’d rather stay quiet and stare at your backs 

If cups of coffee 
Make you think 
I know myself 
Then I should drink 
Another cup to keep me from showing mistakes

I’m not addicted 
But I know 
It wouldn’t help 
For me to show 
How many cups of coffee it’s going to take

Coffee (Demo)

Tabletop Gaymer