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The small scar on my face
doesn't reflect the day I flew
Yes, darting through the air
harder than I knew

I had dug my slippers into the tile
and ran as hard as I could
I needed to cause a scene
Disaster if you would

I ran towards the mental health counter
and launched myself into the air
I felt I was fighting for my life
Oh was I really scared

It was days I was in this mental ward
and they just stuck me with a needle
I didn't know what it was
But I had asked them if I would die

So back to me flying in the air
The guard was watching me closely
And after I went airbourne
He tackled me so grandiosely

My head struck the counter
and I fell down to the floor
A group of staff tackled me
Yet I would just adore...

You see I knew that I would live
after making such a scene
But they drugged me, knocked me out
and brought me to the MRI machine

I gained consciousness for a little bit
inside the mechanical trap
but then I'd knock right out
back into a proverbial nap

When I finally came to I was on a bed
And I was accompanied by a nurse
I didn't know if I should feel relieved
or have feelings that were worse

I just know that I did my best
to keep myself alive
For here goes another day
that I will not die

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