I have just got out of my bed,
I was laying in it like dry lead,
With a heavy load on my mind -
As I wear a yoke on my neck
That is burdened with my time
Locked away in a state of wreck
That I now fret with some regret
As I was not my considerate-self
Suffering with suicidal ill-health.
Being in disguise with this guise
I wasn't wise, so I got hospitalised,
But now I refrain from this ill-gain
As I understand the pain of insane
And being crazily crazy in insanity
Which back then was my destiny.
But I am alive and live to so say
That back then I rotted in decay,
But now I am not ill from a pill.
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