Schizophrenia
She tells me lies. Her voice disguised.
My mental health’s been compromised.
Words been running through my head
She’s better off dead. She’s better off dead.
Sounds of hers that scare me down
She sings out loud
She sings the ground
Looky here at what she has found:
Silence. For just a second she is still
But her words kill. Her words kill.
Writing down the letters. No the math
It’s a blood bath. It’s a blood bath
Whispers, one by one. They have their fun
And through my head they run. Run. Run.
What’s the message, so lost inside
They know I hide. They know I hide.
I hear her. I hear her scream.
They say “wake up! its just a dream
It can’t be real. Don’t feel. Don’t feel.”
They say it’s not real then they say I’m lying
But I hear her words and I feel her crying
Then they give me a cure. They give me a pill
Silence again. For a second she’s still.
But her words kill. Oh, her words kill.
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