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Lies to free the chains,
So many people left insane.
There's crazy words for crazy people,
Into the mental house steeple.
What's that, who are you?
I see you there, why so blue?
I'll be your friend so don't be sad.
I wake up in this room I must be mad.
White rooms, comfy walls,
Keeps me safe from falls.
White coats to hold me in,
I am happy, watch me grin.
So many thoughts, must be crazy,
Perhaps I'm just too lazy.
Days go by, it's all the same.
I'm here because I'm mentally insane.
A crazy world but not in here,
It is not even a bit weird.
So calm, no panic, no fear of misplacement.
People could learn from my derangement.
Happy times.
Zero crimes.
Crazy thoughts,
Then time stops.
In a room, strapped in a chair.
Shock my head, now I'm there.
I lose my mind, my thoughts erased.
What's with this crazy place?
I'm in this place, this mental house steeple.
They keep me here, away from most people.
But I still have something to defend.
I'll protect you, my little blue friend.
- by 1222243412412sda |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/27/2009 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- TEWG - 03/01/2009
- Little blue friend? Like sanity? I don't get it. 5.
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- Skadi Sundermount - 02/27/2009
- My little blue friend....hn...curious
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