in the quiet night of sorrow
death creeps into the morrow
never release you from the grip
depressions bringing you on a trip
nothing can help any more
trapped and left really sore
no one helps you cause they don't see
never is my world about me
i want to die every day
id ask for help but what to say

i tried to follow your rabbit so white
tripping down in the dead of night
under under spinning round and round
nothing makes sense underground
cards fight with the chess pieces
fighting jaberwalk and making messes
lost little girl in underland
"wrong alice" the doormouse said
curious and curiouser i want to die
underland is just a lie
grief filled place of wonder
threatening like a full thunder
tripping down in the dead of night
i'm still following your rabbit so white