The Mania
Inside of me there is a part I don't want to share
It isn't really something that I consider normal
Humans sure are curious things oh yes this I know
Still I don't know why this part of me exists
I mean, I think I do but I don't wanna say
It would make me sound strange, disgusting and depraved
This part of myself, that I wish would go
A scar upon my brain that I don't even notice
I can't help but feel crazy
How I have friends amazes me
It isn't something someone tells you every day
Into my life this sickness seeps
Get rid of it when I sleep
But even in my dreams I can't escape myself
I'm very well aware that I am not normal
It's been obvious since day one
My brain isn't right, I see colors in the night
I sound crazy when I describe my sight
This mania induces my thoughts and delusions
I am a silhouette, a puppet attached by strings
I am all me, but all me is just crazy
My manic ideas I can't help but find funny
Isn't it just funny?
The thought of doing something
Horrible, awful, just downright sick
I may sound stupid
This is all a delusion
Fake ideas, fake ideas, fake ideas, fake ideas
It isn't really something that I consider normal
Humans sure are curious things oh yes this I know
Still I don't know why this part of me exists
I mean, I think I do but I don't wanna say
It would make me sound strange, disgusting and depraved
This part of myself, that I wish would go
A scar upon my brain that I don't even notice
I can't help but feel crazy
How I have friends amazes me
It isn't something someone tells you every day
Into my life this sickness seeps
Get rid of it when I sleep
But even in my dreams I can't escape myself
I'm very well aware that I am not normal
It's been obvious since day one
My brain isn't right, I see colors in the night
I sound crazy when I describe my sight
This mania induces my thoughts and delusions
I am a silhouette, a puppet attached by strings
I am all me, but all me is just crazy
My manic ideas I can't help but find funny
Isn't it just funny?
The thought of doing something
Horrible, awful, just downright sick
I may sound stupid
This is all a delusion
Fake ideas, fake ideas, fake ideas, fake ideas
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Writer(s): Max Blair
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