Acid

How can i expect to read between the lines when the story is changing all the time?
With pages torn from every book, if you want the truth you've got to know where to look
This taste on my tongue is as bitter as the sun shining through in these darkest of times
Depression's rot is burning through my mind
I've got to get a grip, but can a man reverse the tide?
What can i do?
Where can i go?
I'm fighting off the demons, is this all i'll know?
What can i do?
Where can i go?
I've got to face my demons, got to regain control
My mind is racing and it doesn't stop, because my twisted mind has got me watching the clock
And as the hands go tick and tock the burning in my brain just won't stop
As realities blur i become paralyzed by visions of my own demise
But if i hold no trust in fate than all i have to lose are these restraints