What does it take to heal the pain
Of a broken heart and a shattered dream?
My doctor gave me E.C.T.
And fed me dopamine.
But chemicals don’t heal my soul. They only fog my brain
So I can’t think of goals to plan To give me hope again.
To hell with pills and E.C.T.
I’ll fight my own way out of sorrow, Scorn artificial means to conquer grief,