She buried her parents but they ain't dead she talks to her children only in her head her friends ain't hero's she calls them best play's on a hill in the devil's bed lost her wings to its vile syringe fallen demonic p o $$ e $$ e d
A muddled mind Makes no sense And that is why It is the best At seeing things Illogical And making them Psychological.
A scrambled brain Has the best ideas Even when It’s full of fuzz. The brilliant Have narrow scopes They only predict What they hope. No one will know What I am thinking Neither do I I’m just the one who’s inking.