Schizophrenic
She couldn't fight against her own mind
This schizophrenic beauty
She couldn't find anywhere to hide
It was only her fantasy
When she finds those voices
Whom she sees, whom she hears
Turns out they were never real
Now you're not sure at all who is real
This schizophrenic beauty
Believing she sees what is never there
She pulls you out of reality
Till the truth screams in your ears
It thrills, it kills
As the pages write what is to be
Her shattered confusion, the ghosts in her dreams
Breaking into truth just to look back at me
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