It's not the promise you made me. I knew that it wouldn't keep. It's just the way that you played me like strippers who feed me a lie for a guarantee. I think I've been making progress whether or not I believe. I think I've been making progress in finding the youth that is buried inside of me. I think I'm not alone. I'd bet I'm not alone. Ready or not I'm breaking out of here. Crushing the throat of depression I feel my youth coming back. Crushing the throat of depression I can feel my old self coming back.