paranoid
08-18-2004, 04:59 PM
I'm stuck inside
This little white room,
With padded walls
And a mind of gloom,
I see you looking
Through the glass,
Wandering what
I did in the past,
My mind is full
Of voices and pain,
You treat me like
I'm an ugly stain,
But I see things
That you do not,
I know what I have
And what I don't got,
I talk to the people
Inside my head,
They say I'm crazy
And my mind is dead,
I see you writing
In your book,
It makes me insane
And I want to look,
There you go
With nothing to see,
You saw the freak
Now get away from me,
I'm not crazy
I'll be ok,
Come back again
And you will pay.
I'm not crazy!
This little white room,
With padded walls
And a mind of gloom,
I see you looking
Through the glass,
Wandering what
I did in the past,
My mind is full
Of voices and pain,
You treat me like
I'm an ugly stain,
But I see things
That you do not,
I know what I have
And what I don't got,
I talk to the people
Inside my head,
They say I'm crazy
And my mind is dead,
I see you writing
In your book,
It makes me insane
And I want to look,
There you go
With nothing to see,
You saw the freak
Now get away from me,
I'm not crazy
I'll be ok,
Come back again
And you will pay.
I'm not crazy!