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I'm somebody I don't want to be Sick in the mind Is how trusted ones have nurtured me Sweet and naive What a bad combination Torn to shreds and built up Into a new creation Sometimes I sleep And don't dream But have flashbacks And see pictures with bad means "Get this out of my head Its driving me mad!" But who do I tell this to I don't want to relive What I didn't want to go through I cry But what does this do I want to know the soulless Who've affected me hurt, too I don't care about their presents, futures, or pasts The thought of my welfare on their minds was last I only hope that in the future I'll avoid another life altering calamity With man