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I look in the mirror and ask my self why
Why can’t I smile, Why can’t I cry?
Should I pretend, I know I can lie
But what’s the point, why should I try?

I see others smiling, I see them and nothing
There’s nothing to feel, and no point to discussing
I’ve taken your pills, I’m over the cussing
And I’ve moved out of home, I don’t want their fussing

So what is my problem, what do I need
I don’t want your water, I don’t need a feed
I’ve done all you’ve said, read all the books told to read
Will you keep me here on a collar and lead?

I have places to go and people to see
Times nearly up, what’s wrong with me?
Have you something to say, do I long to be free?
So please tell me doctor, what am I to be?