At times I know im insane
Yet still question if I have a functioning brain
All my thoughts are forgotten they just go down the drain
What will I do when I'm old and with a cane
It's nice when I'm warm and I feel cold drops of rain
I can't control my subconscious to ignore the pain
Am I what they say
Am I sane?
I'm all ******* with a chain
But how is there no purpose nothing beneficial or gain
I'm all locked up Cz I crossed more than one lane
I'm about to die I punctured my vain
I am me I am she I am he I am we I am they i am us I am the main