My Name is WIll

This is not shelter, more like prison
My only friends are the rocks I'm living under
Cold as the affection, rarely given
Just in pieces, divided fractions
Some things I just don't
Understand
And change comes
Seldom as the snow
What good can this broken world bring?
Bloody stains and broken rings

What could it offer me?
Will it give me more questions
But never the answers?
Why am I in this place at all?
I am Remy, the world hates me
When I only want to cook

I've ran out of material to read and ponder
In my nine years inside your doctor's office
Won't somebody just give me my diagnosis
Won't somebody tell me
What's wrong with me?

Trying to find a cure, yet still unsure
Of the disease which plagues me
Am I crazy? Will somebody tell me
Please?

Your diagnosis has come through
It says there's nothing wrong with you
Your diagnosis has come through
(What's wrong with me?)
Your diagnosis has come through
It says there's nothing wrong with you
Your diagnosis has come through
It's true but unexplainable
Your diagnosis has come through
It says there's nothing wrong with you
Your diagnosis has come through