crazy
late nights white rooms screaming
straight jackets
long nights scrambled minds.
stuck. stuck for life
in a padded room, not a single
coherent thought I
know I'm not crazy never in
my life have I been crazy
but they think I do but I do not.
a cry for help a useless
cry maby if I reach out they
will let me go if I convince
them I'll be free?! but I know
that I will never be let go
I'm stuck. stuck for life
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