I'll finally admit that I've lost my mind
For all around me I hear them say
That my sense of reason is much too kind
And that I need to keep it well at bay

I'm not good and I'm not bad
And I'm telling you that it's rather sad
To be this alone with a single voice
Reminding me that I've only got one choice

Paint the world with your darkened dreams
And show them what you intend to do
Prove that your world is tearing at the seams
And that all you need is a little happy glue

The voice, it tells me I'm not good
It rasps out gratingly that I should
Fall into its welcoming arms
And surrender to its familiar charms

But I know deep down who I really am
I'm a child still learning to take control
Of a life that feels like a strenuous exam
Still unwilling to commit my soul

So that voice, it tells me that I'm really bad
That I've seriously gone completely mad
But that's alright, because I am who I want to be
Everything that makes this person that is me

Paranoia within the world
Can only go as far as we allow
And our thoughts that have become so whorled
Are a raging phobia that will merely show us how