When I get depressed and my meds quit working
And it feels like all my chains,life is jerkingWhy does all these things happening, have to be
And yeah, why is everybody always picking on me
It all started when I was 10 and I broke my leg
They wanted to amputate, then I'd walk on a peg
Well,there in the hospital I spent almost a year
And Now it's a great time that I always hold dear
All that time spent there really taught me a lot
Unlucky and getting picked on,Oh I know I'm not
There I was in the old hospital, oh poor poor me
But I looked around me and just what did I see
There were kids there in such terrible shape
It made you sick to see babies covered in tape
Some were in comas and they had been for years
One in an iron lung,would stay there for life
Brain damaged kids,for them life only of strife
I could go on and on, But I think I can seeSo many people are so much worse off than me
No,I am not unlucky and not picked on at all
In fact my depression was just off the wall
I'm really quite lucky for I have a chance
To control my life and to get up and dance
Things don't always happen just like I wish
The challenge is,play your cards or go fish
Now that old depression,it can't get me down
I'll get in my powerchair and I'll go to town
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