Insanity
My psychologist says I have mental issues
My mother affirms this to be true.
Why do you expect me to be normal
in a world so very abnormal?
They say that life is what you make it out to be
I say snap back into reality.
Earth is a just fiendish foe
Taking what little sensibility you have in you and hitting it with the arrow of a crossbow
I bet you are thinking that I have suddenly become sinister
But relax, I'm just a girl, not an all around Holy Minister
Now that I think about it, I'm perfectly sane
It is everyone else that has no brains
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