THE AUTHOR OF MY OWN MISFORTUNE.

Has depression gone from me or is it hiding

Am I who I’m meant to be or just residing

Over my catastrophy…

I wanna know who I am

What I can maybe do with my life now she’s gone.

My life was full of doubt

I was fighting my soul

It was fighting me to get out…

And I thought killing time would work

But it’s killing me back

And this killing can hurt…

I’m the author of my own misfortune.

Has the sun got extra bright or am I smiling

Cause I think I’ve found the light that I’ve been filing

And I want to make it right…

I’m finding out who I am

What I can maybe do with my life now she’s gone.

Once a hand was round my throat but I took action

And I managed staying afloat by just a fraction

I thought heaven was remote…

But I now know who I am

And what I can maybe do with my life now she’s gone.