My Sanity

He writes me off to pay the bills
He send me home with all these pills
He examines all my flaws and faults in his book
He watched me from across the glass as I shook
Paralyzed and tormented by my demons
And when I wondered at the things I took
He opened up his little plastic hands and stood
Then reached up into the air and flew away~

I watched them writing their theories in hypocrisies
I watched as I learned to decay, and praying to God
He smiled and simply stated to me that it wasn't me and
I was not well, no I was ill and not getting better, I was at the odds
The psychiatrist knows my mind better than I do
With all its strange intricacies and when it's time to
Change my head around and scream
There's no one left in here to be found in here
Just another dream, just a silly metaphor for brilliance

At least now I am calm, and sedated and 'free' yes
I know I often wonder, what was it like on the other side
Seeing everything turn to pieces in this game of lies
But please don't call it real life just call it 'Sanity'
Sanity must have been some kind of disguise...
I've lost my mind, I've lost all my faith in you
The medication too,
And now that I'm without a job and my sanity
No stability, I am also without a home...without a home
So I roam the streets, until they confine me in a hospital
Strip me of my rights and freedoms and then they control
My sanity
My sanity
my sanity
my sanity
my sanity
my sanity
my sanity
my sanity

Me.