It's all about depression don't you know?
we all have our times of being high and, low
they send us to the shrinks for those in need
and, prescribe alot of drugs in between.
Will we be happy or will we be sad? it's only
where life takes us isn't that sad? it's all
about depression don't you agee?
our life is in their hands for you and me.
I was burned at ths stake centuries ago
my ashes, were left but, where was my soul?
The townspeople never forgot me, history
still has the supersstitions that surround me;
My grave remains unmarked today, the name
Ican't say. The judgement then was wrong;
Truth was I wasn't a witch at all.
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