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A little something I’d like to dedicate to my schizophrenia. It’s me talking to schizophrenia like it’s a person. The friend part is sarcasm; schizophrenia isn’t really my friend, but it’s kind of dark humor, or something.

This is a breakup song. A relationship that's been over for a while, and one person has to be the one to say goodbye. It's sad, but it has to happen. Most people stay in relationships far too long. There are many reasons why people do this, such as having to be convenient, comfortable, or the fear of being alone. They put up with things that they wouldn't normally put up with. This lyric is about one person just being fed up, and taking that step to walk out the door and say goodbye. The other person who didn't have that kind of strength is going to be sad about this more than the other person.

This lyric came about because I remember a show when I was little called romper room. The teacher used to always bring out a hand mirror, and say mirror mirror who's the fairest of them all. I think that America gives us some sort of answer as to who we are. It has no mind of its own, it just reflects back at you what you see. So many times in my life I just didn't understand who I was, and looking in the mirror didn't help at all. There's a saying that says go look in the mirror, but it hasn't always been helpful. At times I took mirrors off the wall, or just put a cover on it cuz I didn't want to see myself. But sooner or later the truth comes out, and you have to face who you are, and what's going on in life, in order to move forward

This is a contemplative lyric again about my depression, am I obsessive compulsive thoughts. Most of the time I'm okay, but then there's long stretches could be months it could be years or I just feel so stuck in the same place. If I can't get through that, my solution was to get high. But I can't do that anymore. I have to reach deep down inside and realize that life is worth living, and not throwing away.

This lyric is about my depression. It really affects me in a lot of ways. It keeps me stuck in my room, or in bed for hours on end. It makes my thoughts jumbled and gives me so much indecision in my life. It makes me feel sorry for myself, and I know there's really no reason for that. My problems are my problems yes, but so many other people have it a lot worse than I do. The help that I need is through good therapy, myself, and a higher power. Medication only does so much