It's putting thoughts
Into my head
I thought
That's what they said
Not real,
It didn't happen
Now look who's
The last ones laughing
Conversions that goes unheard of
By everyone except me
But I was there,
I sw**r,
These aren't the colours I should see.
I want my mental soundness,
But there are so many sounds
Most of them do not exist
Too late this was found
My state of mind we detest
But my delusions don't give me rest
And they refuse to confess
Again I fail the retest
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC
It's putting thoughts
Into my head
I thought
That's what they said
Not real,
It didn't happen
Now look who's
The last ones laughing
Conversions that goes unheard of
By everyone except me
But I was there,
I sw**r,
These aren't the colours I should see.
I want my mental soundness,
But there are so many sounds
Most of them do not exist
Too late this was found
My state of mind we detest
But my delusions don't give me rest
And they refuse to confess
Again I fail the retest
For reasons like these I don't trust myself
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