Insanity Is Skin Deep, So If It Comes Down To It, We Can Cut It Out With This Spoon.
I look about the room of eternity,
See my life spread on the floor,
None of the peices fit,
So I sweep it out the door.
I've decided to start over,
I'm gonna start again,
And hopefully this time around,
I'll come up with a plan.
Because it seems,
That my mind breeds,
Infection that spreads,
To those around me.
But maybe this time around,
If my plans are layed carefully down,
Those around,
Wont have to drown,
In this sea,
That is me.
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