Sitting in my padded cell
my very own private hell
i dream of a blade
not of getting well
doctors inject the drugs
bruising me like reckless thugs
distorted visions flood my mind
and i feel death's forceful tugs
creepy, deranged, i do not stir
i hear them all ask, what's wrong with her?
nobody knows, nobody knows
that everything is a blur
try to run one night
i get pulled down in mid flight
they wrestle me to the ground
breathing heavily in obscure delight
i don't remember ever being ok
feels like i've always been this way
so i miss nothing, nothing but my blade
and it's nothing that gets me through the day
