Maniac
Don't know what I'm doing.
My brain's gone, I'm turning into a maniac!
What do you want, what do you need just let me go.
My faith's not gone, it's just slipping.
What am I to you, just another kid or am I more?
Am I a genius? No far from it.
Far from your heart, far from my home, close to my friends, but closer to my enemies.
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