have you ever felt yourself slippin away?
where all you think about's your sanity, & how it decayed?
there's no place to run, no place to hide,
you can't escape from inside & you're losing your mind.
You try to think of when it started & ask yourself why,
but each thought deepens the sickness & completes the desert dry,
with nothing left, you find yourself falling to madness,
so you cry to your god & act normal to your peers,
what if god ain't hearing you? that's your only fear,
each day you think more about your psychosis,
no one but you can help you & you know this,
that's the craziest part of it.
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