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Diary of a psychotic
Everything is so distorted
Like a jigsaw all unsorted
A pile of books just fell
Scattered on the floor unable to tell
A secret written on one of the leaves
Trying to discover in a huge tree
A fog takes over my windscreen
And rain falls cruelly in this empty field
This path was my selection or did it
choose me?
Unable to get clarity unable to be free.
The light at the end I can hardly see
One moment it's ther,the next it's make
believe
Thinking too hard of the possibilities
By the end I forget where I started
Some say its my fault ,getting lost in
confusion
Its not in my control it wakes me from
sleep
Ibegged my mind to level with the average
To be normal and live like everyone else
Knocked it hard so it gets some rest
All in vain, it was of no help
Every organ of mine has its own story
Controlling my brain or heart makes it
hazy
No wonder they think I'm sort of crazy.
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