Confessions of a Depressed College Girl I remember innocence It's the smell of grass when it's cut The birds learning to fly and sing, >Then it happened Like the Black Death, it was gone Instead of birds singing It was moans of the damned The smell of grass when it's cut >I'm never going to be the same I don't think we ever will be Ignorance is bliss >Well my story and yours could be different I think we can all agree on this... Ignorance is where it all began.
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