I scream and cry
I live and die
You think I’ve gone insane
And I know why

My life is a mess
Full of darkness and gloom
And all you have done
Is lock me in this room

My arms struggle
To break free of this jacket
And I bang on the walls
Wishing I had a hatchet

You know you could do more to help
But you just sit and stare
These asylums will be full soon enough
Because craziness is certainly not rare