by Mbakiso Lesetedi
Wooh, depression. Wooh, depression. Which curse are you, you dreaded disease causing another sad day, you've come so soon and my happiness you've pruned. Oh with misery I am consumed, why are you in heart and mind. I can see you but to my eyes you are blind. If there was a contract to your death, I would surely sign and take away another sad day.
Last updated November 24, 2015