I sit here in fear I don't want to go back
But I know it wont be long as my brain is still cracked
Still jumping at shadows still hearing them talk
Still ignoring my bed still up with the lark
I don't want the medicine I can do with out chats
The friendly banter they peddle is frankly all crap
They know how I feel? They know it must hurt?
Keep taking or pills or take a nap in the dirt
I know it seems silly to moan about this
There is nothing I can do when senses are amiss
I just wish I could be normal no more trips to Hospital
and I know you don't care because to you it's all so trivial.