I always wonder, what is happening - upstairs,
There must be jumbled thoughts
scattered ideas, who know the circles being drawn
swirling around in your head
It is sticky here, I can feel it
she came in last night, while I was sleeping
she sprayed the whole place with sticky, stuff
why is she doing this to me?
I've tried to put myself on those shoes of yours
but seem not to be able to
it is hard to think how, I can possibly think like that
what is happening there my friend, I asked
there is a blank look in your eyes
the question you cannot comprehend
Unaware of your mental illness, you conjure thoughts
make false memories, see things that aren't there
it must be so hard to be inside your mind
and the thoughts reeling one after one
not making sense, invading your mind
So fickle is your mind, but fickler are your thoughts
you can't seem to make up your mind
it must be difficult to be inside your head
there must be jumbled thoughts
scattered ideas, broken visions,
inside your head
There is a movie playing in my head, you say
it goes on and on, it never stops
I don't know how to make it stop
it is just there, right here you point to a place in your head
and then shake your head
"I don't know, I don't know" you say
and look at me with a stare
I am not sick she says,
it is you who is sick
I don't need medication
it is YOU who need it
I'm TOTALLY fine
I'm not CRAZY
She came in and took my notes
while I was in the shower
I was so close to catching her, but I was too late
she must have a camera inside
to see when I go out
then the note is found
"oh she put it back where I left it
just to bother me and confuse me"
My table of 16 years is all worn-out
she put a chemical on it, and ruined it!
She is crazy, not normal, she needs medication
I'm fine, I'm NOT CRAZY
this is my story and it is all true
I know myself
So fickle is your mind, but fickler are your thoughts
you can't seem to make up your mind
it must be difficult to be inside your head
there must be jumbled thoughts
scattered ideas, broken visions,
inside your head
