I don't believe
I'm being sane
I spent so many times in vain
And the troubles
Keep gaining ground
No one believes the things I found

Feels like
I made another stain
I'm not sure if
I'm feeling pain
Just following predilections
Always trusting precognitions

I'm not sure what
I mean to say
Feels like so much
Has gone away
Forgot to put salt on my wounds
Of course you know
The things I've found