Winter time has followed through
I find myself alone and blue
weird new head, worrying about bed
The old one left
till my brain gets fed

A little pill knows just what to do
over time gets me feeling new


Then winter comes
on down the years
Passes by, restores old fear
in that dusty head I forgot I knew
gets me feeling alone,
gets me feeling blue

So I get myself a little pill,
It's that it seems,
or one day kill.

Makes me think this life is cursed,
but you must know someones go it worse.
hey sorry bout the previous comment i just don't like the fact that in today's age it pays money to be sad and depressed i just think its overrated again sorry about that comment. shouldn't have been said