Dear depression, do you think that you can stop me?

I know the answer, but I see you getting cocky

I've seen you win this battle numerous times

But you ain't ever gonna take a life that's rightfully mine

I understand

That your intention is to infiltrate my mind

And plant these little seeds of doubt that grow into a massive vine

That wrap around my head until I can't get loose

You started doing this already so you cannot lose

At least you think

But who's the one that's in control everything

That has to with I how I function

Right, that's me

See I have grown an understanding of the things you do

You're a part of me, but not me

So I cannot lose

Yeah we gone be alright

Just give it some time

The more that we fight this fight

The more that depression dies

I'm a product of an illness I was born with

My momma has anxiety and that's what I was formed in

I tried to live a life that I was constantly ignoring

The truth about my mental state but that wasn't rewarding

The way that facing up to it is

And understanding that it's not a shameful thing to admit

I'm not okay sometimes

And that sometimes is a bit

Daunting

And at times it makes feel like a kid

The way that I create imaginary scenarios in my head

And fear them to the point that it gives me an existential dread

That's greater than the fears that I have grounded in reality

But that's just what it's like to be living in your anxiety (damn)

We gone be alright

Just give it some time

The more that we fight this fight

The more that anxiety dies