"Lost"
My name is John and I'm completely fine
I know because the voices tell me so
The doctor says that I am one of nine
He tells me this as if I didn't know
He says that I'm a schizophrenic man
I guess he might be telling me the truth
Although I live in a little tin can
My life is great and I am living proof
When evening comes and darkness starts to fall
I feel, at times, as if I've lost my way
I listen to the people in the wall
Inciting and inviting me to stay
I'm valuable in my own little way
Even though that isn't what they say
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