Sometimes, when you're on the ground,
so low you barley see the sun,
When life tells you that you're pretty done,
Time for you to sink down.

Then, when you feel depressed,
So much pressure on your chest,
Reach your hand and grab the gun,
Pull the trigger, it means you've won,

Now its lost and done.

After that, things have changed,
Fields are empty, trees are pale,
Brown leaves above you see that sun,
But they're green for everyone,

Look what you've done.

Grab your bag and run,
To the mountains, now be gone,
Get ready for some, "harmless" fun,
If you want or not, you're on,

Play for the dawn.

Here your time is through,
Things no longer big for you,
You cannot play, it's overdue,
Time to let it go, walk to,

To the light they drew.

Now, when you're in the ground,
So deep you still try to feel the sun,
And life has told you that you're pretty done,
Time for you to sink down.