Looks like I'm stuck again
The everyday struggle
Of ripping my melted shoes from the pavement just to spin
Spin spun spin I'm spun again
I think the walls can move
Closeted Little men, who knew
Ya the walls can move
I just havnt figured out they open
But still theirs time to prove
I'm not crazy I say
Well the doctors of diagnosis
Think a different way
Schizophrenic, bi-polar
Outside induced psycholors
But I know I'm sane
And the voices I hear agree
That I hear on a higher frequency
One special that was made just for me