Before you'd tell me I was smart,
And I started to believe.
But then I had a thought,
And you left me without ease.
You said that it was dumb,
To think such a thought.
But the thoughts that I was thinking,
Were tearing me apart.
Does that still make them stupid?
Does that still make them dumb?
The thoughts that I am thinking,
Are the ones that make me numb.
The thoughts that fill my mind,
They haunt me in the night.
I cannot get to sleep,
Without my brain trying to fight.
And now you've just added,
Another thought to my head.
With all these thoughts going on,
I'd much rather be dead.