I don't see how this song doesn't describe trying to overcome depression. I think it can apply to specific situations, but I don't think the song is talking about an episodic depresssion. This is a constant strain that's been on him for years. I've been there every step, and, sadly, I can say that I identify with every line.
When you're depressed, and I mean clinically depressed -- not for some legitimate reason -- but depressed beyond help, you can't do anything. I'm eighteen years old, and my room is filled with boxes containing discarded memories and forgotten plans. No matter how hard I try, I can never seem to do everything I'd like; in fact, it feels like I can't even start. I told my friend Ethan I'd burn him some CDs half a year ago. The blank stack has been sitting by my computer since that day.
The part about trying to "lose my mind" is kind of strange, but if he's thinking like I did, then he's wishing he could go insane so he wouldn't have to experience the world. Winter, the lack of sun, makes everything worse. The snow and cold don't help either, but the sun helps bring a little life back into us depressed folks -- it's been studied. And of course, the knuckle is speaking to the concrete because I was so frustrated with life I punched it. Which doesn't help, by the way.
Whenever I try to fix something, some depressing idea that I have about life, whenever I try to amend it, it gets worse. Thinking about problems doesn't solve them -- it just brings out the futility. I can never fix this; I can never be happy. I think that's what the bridge means.
The chorus hits me hard. I'm emotionally exhausted. So much so that I can't fall asleep, and so much so that I don't want to dream, because they hurt almost as much as waking life. I can't do anything about this world I live in or this life I have, but I'm trying to open my eyes to the beauty of it. "And the sad truth of the matter is I'll never get over it, / But I'm gonna try" -- I normally break down by this point. I just want to get better. I just want to fix my life. I just want to feel again.
Last year I decided that I needed help. I didn't want pills to fuck up my brain or make me off myself -- someone I love tried that once because of depression meds. But I want to get better. I need to get better. I'll do whatever it takes.
I don't see how this song doesn't describe trying to overcome depression. I think it can apply to specific situations, but I don't think the song is talking about an episodic depresssion. This is a constant strain that's been on him for years. I've been there every step, and, sadly, I can say that I identify with every line.
When you're depressed, and I mean clinically depressed -- not for some legitimate reason -- but depressed beyond help, you can't do anything. I'm eighteen years old, and my room is filled with boxes containing discarded memories and forgotten plans. No matter how hard I try, I can never seem to do everything I'd like; in fact, it feels like I can't even start. I told my friend Ethan I'd burn him some CDs half a year ago. The blank stack has been sitting by my computer since that day.
The part about trying to "lose my mind" is kind of strange, but if he's thinking like I did, then he's wishing he could go insane so he wouldn't have to experience the world. Winter, the lack of sun, makes everything worse. The snow and cold don't help either, but the sun helps bring a little life back into us depressed folks -- it's been studied. And of course, the knuckle is speaking to the concrete because I was so frustrated with life I punched it. Which doesn't help, by the way.
Whenever I try to fix something, some depressing idea that I have about life, whenever I try to amend it, it gets worse. Thinking about problems doesn't solve them -- it just brings out the futility. I can never fix this; I can never be happy. I think that's what the bridge means.
The chorus hits me hard. I'm emotionally exhausted. So much so that I can't fall asleep, and so much so that I don't want to dream, because they hurt almost as much as waking life. I can't do anything about this world I live in or this life I have, but I'm trying to open my eyes to the beauty of it. "And the sad truth of the matter is I'll never get over it, / But I'm gonna try" -- I normally break down by this point. I just want to get better. I just want to fix my life. I just want to feel again.
Last year I decided that I needed help. I didn't want pills to fuck up my brain or make me off myself -- someone I love tried that once because of depression meds. But I want to get better. I need to get better. I'll do whatever it takes.
Even if it kills me....