The Coocoo Clock Inside My Brain
They told me I should be dead
At least, that’s what the doctors said.
The doctors that are inside my head
No medicine necessary,
Sometimes I just like being crazy
Other times I do not.
I wait for the ticking of the clock
To check out of reality
I sway back and forth uncontrollably
Maybe I am crazy
Maybe I am not;
Have we enough time to figure it out on the clock?
I didn’t think so.
I began to fall,
Fall deeper and deeper into the black hole
Then suddenly, I couldn't see anymore
Am I crazy?
Maybe, maybe not
I guess I’ll find out one day, maybe
When I stop staring at the clock
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