How can I cry,
When I'm hurting inside,
And all I want to do is die?
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I have a negative aspect
Which warrants no respect
By now I'm apt to deflect
Those memories I try to recollect
When I was dysfunctional and defect
Until a time where I can reflect
Make sense of memories correct
Then think, "F**k it! No one's perfect!"
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Oh my God! I think I'm strange
I have delusions of delusions in my brain -->
Sometimes I'm Superman, at others, the train!
Nothing hurts until you feel the pain.

Hey mate! Do you think I'm strange?
I know I'm not exactly sane:
Instead of tall timber, I'm warped cane!
This reality has become my bane.

Well professional, You know I'm strange?!?
One look at a book and I'm insane?
Let the students interview to gain,
"This ones' consciousness couldn't handle the strain!"