If i could, i would, Disassemble your malfunctioning thought processes And rewire them back together again, With a spanner, in the manner, That meant you were not Classed as insane. I'd unfold and rearrange, The chemical imbalances Within your brain So that the years of disdain, And self blame, Where a thing of the past, I'd put you back together, In a way, that showed you, You were meant to last.