Aric Beers

There are days I feel so low
Hit by Depression's blow
He hits me hard, hits me good
Hits me harder than others could
He hits me with my own flaws
Racks my back with my own claws
I fight for light but I'm not pure
I'm the one that needs the cure
Cure from the things that hold me down
From the things that make me frown
I'm done with hurt, done with pain
It's time to wash me of this stain
I'm done feeling guilt for what I've done
It's time to stand, time to run
Let me go, I'll make things right
These flaws won't stop my fight