Black Clouds — Papa Roach

This is making me crazy These black clouds following me So I look for signs of light But rarely I see themI return to my shelter And I crawl in a bottle I'm losing my will for this So over emotionalBlack clouds They rain down but They can't kill the sunConfession of depression This life I'm second-guessing Like ashes to ashes I always seem to fall down I'm tired of running It's time to face my demons Confession of depression This life I'm second-guessingMy emotions are storming And tears fall just like rain Pain strikes like lightning Despair is becoming my friendI'm pushing myself to a point of self-destructionBlack clouds They rain down but They can't kill the son inside