Strapped to this chair, thrashing and screaming
I was wrongly accused of something so scary
But I know nothing of it but one thing;
I didn’t do it! Someone believe me.

Surrounded in this asylum by people who belong
There’s the ones who don’t talk, like me.
There’s a whole bunch of different people here.
They’re sick, and twisted. But I am not.

Alone in my cell I cry, I sob for hours on end
I don’t eat and I don’t sleep, I don’t deserve that
I don’t deserve anything that’s here,
I refuse anything given to me, I don’t want it!

Where is my family? Why haven’t they helped?
Why haven’t they brought me home?
They should’ve showed up by now, right?
Do they even miss me? Or notice I’m gone?

I leave this cell to another room,
A big white room where a man sits.
He talks to me, like some therapist;
But I have nothing to say, I’m not crazy.

His soothing voice is someone comforting
He talks for long periods of time.
I guess he believes in God with the things he says
He keeps telling me I’m ****** to hell.

I’m not crazy. My mind keeps saying,
And this guy keeps telling me I am.
He says I’ve done something terrible
But it’s something I wouldn’t ever do.

The reason my family hasn’t called?
He tells me this with such honesty;
That I killed them all, one by one
And I did it with a smile on my face.

But I remember mom’s peaceful sleeping face
And dad took my little brother out that night
I wouldn’t dare to hurt my family
I’m not a murderer, I’m not a killer.

I can’t remember the last time I smiled.
I haven’t smiled in years, I’ll bet.
It doesn’t matter what happened at home
Because I’ve been here my whole life.

Insanity is denial, some idiot told me
The thing about this place, though
Is that they could tell me whatever they want
And they would force me to believe it.

The first day I was here I was unhappy
They called me ****** ***** all the time
Said unthinkable things that make my skin crawl.
But it’s a lie, and no one will ever believe me.

The leaves of the trees
Shrivelled and dead
The sound of your voice
Echoes in my head

Cold September morning
Sepia toned city
Another sweet whisper
Self-inflicted pity

I cry myself to sleep
Mausoleum doors swing
Erase this memory
The pain, deeply it stings

Face down in the dirt
Feeling so alone
All I feel is silence
I’m never coming home

Waited for today for months
You counted down eagerly
I counted unhappily
For today came too fast

So how will I function?
A drunken kiss goodbye
A kiss that meant nothing
That’s what I’ll remember

From you

I thought there may have been something
But I never really noticed
All along the tables were turned
Turned for always in your favour

And I was strung along
But I loved you so bad
I couldn’t get enough
I couldn’t understand

The day that you left and
Many days that followed
I didn’t want to live
To know that you are gone

And there won’t be that day
When you walk back here
Into my life one day
When I hope so much…