It used to be delusion
It used to be confusion
That consumed my mind

It used to be razors and knives
It used to  be thoughts of my past lives
That devoured all of my time

It used to be anxiety and depression
It used to be lack of another mental impression
That made happiness so hard to find

But now it's music instead of voices
And now it's love and my own choices
That make make this happy world, mine