Schizophrenia
I am one of two
Could this be me or maybe you
Voices connected together
One says one thing the other one says another
Here i am standing on my own
But really am i here alone
Its a sickness pills it must be fed
This is what the doctor said
Voices spinning in my head
Monsters hiding under my bed
It wasn't me that had the gun
I wasn't there it was the other one
Jimmy he is very coy
I am Tommy just a boy
Its a sickness pills it must be fed
This is what the doctor said
Voices spinning in my head
Monsters hiding under my bed
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