They call me the Girl Down The Lane
And they say I'm a little insane.
They say that I seem a little tame
Until I poke dead things that were recently slain.
I like to dance in the rain,
And I like to mess with people's brains.
They call me schizo, bipolar at times.
They don't understand this mind of mine.
They don't know that I can shine
If I wasn't so confined
In this society where I have to be kept in line
With Lithium and Loxapine.
They say that I'm a nutcase,
That I lost myself up in space.
I can't help that my thoughts race,
That my hallucinations are a replacement
Of others; I'm down at a basement level.
But they don't care.
So I'm that girl down the lane,
That will always, always remain
The same;
I'm forever insane.