Letters from the Psych Ward

She wrote me a letter
From the inside of the psych ward
And it says she's scared that she won't get out
And they are poking and prodding
At every thought that she has
To figure out what kind of pills to give her
And she says when she needs a break and she smokes a cigarette
That it is documented with a page and a pen
And the man that she sees in the courtyard smoking
Tells her that the pain won't end
And all she needs is a break
And she wants to run away
But she can't because her legs feel numb
Cause they pills that they give her
They're turning off her brain

But she's just creative
And a little broken inside
She's just creative
So the world makes her wanna cry
She's just creative
And a little broken inside
I knew this about her
The moment I looked in her eyes

And it's been three months
So they almost let her out
But she escaped by climbing out the window
She hit the ground running
And never looked back
Left plenty of footprints down uncharted paths
They couldn't catch her she left them in the dust
She showed up at my door
Covered in mud
Screaming and crying
And tired as fuck
Had cuts and bruises up her legs
She stumbled through my living room
I reached out and caught her
She looked up at my eyes and blurted as she cried
Please don't let them take me back

But she's just creative
And a little broken inside
She's just creative
So the world makes her wanna cry
She's just creative
And a little broken inside
I knew this about her
The moment I looked in her eyes

But she's just creative
And a little broken inside
She's just creative
So the world makes her wanna cry
She's just creative
And a little broken inside
I knew this about her
The moment I looked in her eyes