WhO aM i, yOu aSK?
iNsaniTY iSN't fUn,
CallED crAZy uNdeR tHe sUN.
MOmmY sAYS i nEeD A HOSpital fOR ThE mENtal,
sOMetHinG aBouT bEInG tOO SeNTImeNtaL?
I tAlK tO TrUsTy KNifE,
WhILe THinKinG Of ENdIng mY LIFe.
sO I sIT iN THis WHiTe RooM,
UnAWAre oF THE SudDeN DoOm.
ThE NurSES BeAt Me,
BeCAUse THey WAnt mE To SeE,
I aM bUT InSaNiTy's CHilD wHo doesN'T DEsErVe tO bE tHeRE.
NoT ThaT tHEy rEALly cArE.
A mIStaKE fRoM God I aPaReNtly wAs,
So I'M StucK TaLKing tO mSeLf bEcAuSe
No oNe wAnTs Me aNy mORe.
ThEy aLl sAy I aM a ChOrE.
So wHo AM i, yOU aSk?
i aM InSaNiTy'S cHiLd wHo HiDes bEhInd SaNe's iNvIsiBle MaSK
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Sweet Dreams
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