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Do I, I Don’t (Have to, Want to) 

The sound of my blinking

Wakes me up in the morning,

I salute the son

As my eyes are stunned.

The ceiling’s been looking

All night, no exceptions

How of a better like, I keep dreaming.

My feet have been floating

Over my bed,

Looking for cracks in

The pavement, in my head.

I have been asked

Again and again,

To look out the window,

To look at the rain.

Do I even have to be crazy?

I’m not going to lie I’m a bit lazy.

The psychologist has confirmed my mental illness…

I don’t get it…I’ve done nothing to deserve this.

My parents have given

Up with me,

There used to be a time

When they were happy.

I stay up all night

When I am sleepy,

And at day I sleep

To avoid feeling…

Socializing is

For mentally sane persons:

For us the broken ones,

We only have mind prisons

Built by our messed up

Imagination,

To compensate our

Lack of motivation.

The ceiling’s been looking

Down at me,

I know I’m pathetic,

Now could you stop please?

I close my eyes and I close my brain,

The song starts to hum,

I can finally hear the rain. 

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