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Patient 56
I've gotta strange taste
In women with no face
And can't find them any place
So why do I keep on giving chase?
Fuck my feelings, they mean nothing
I'm just a worthless nobody
And somebody needs to prevent me from slicing my veins
But they don't understand the pain of playing mental games
With yourself when you're insane
Plus it ain't the same once everyone knows your name and puts you to shame out of spite,
But they have only themselves to blame,
I'll rise up from this place one night,
When I'm not dwelling on the issues with my brain
Yet what do I have to gain?
My efforts might be in vain if I try to prove that I'm sane
And everything that I try to obtain will be banished from my life and I'll be right back here again
And the beginning was that goddamn cabin
Where I was caught stabbing
My cousins neck off,
Wiped the blade off with a napkin
Tried to stab the witness so she couldn't say what happened
But she got away and I fell to my knees, ashamed of my own accident
Now I'm in this godforsaken hospital for the criminally insane
And I'm just sitting here wondering, 'Will I ever get out again?'
In women with no face
And can't find them any place
So why do I keep on giving chase?
Fuck my feelings, they mean nothing
I'm just a worthless nobody
And somebody needs to prevent me from slicing my veins
But they don't understand the pain of playing mental games
With yourself when you're insane
Plus it ain't the same once everyone knows your name and puts you to shame out of spite,
But they have only themselves to blame,
I'll rise up from this place one night,
When I'm not dwelling on the issues with my brain
Yet what do I have to gain?
My efforts might be in vain if I try to prove that I'm sane
And everything that I try to obtain will be banished from my life and I'll be right back here again
And the beginning was that goddamn cabin
Where I was caught stabbing
My cousins neck off,
Wiped the blade off with a napkin
Tried to stab the witness so she couldn't say what happened
But she got away and I fell to my knees, ashamed of my own accident
Now I'm in this godforsaken hospital for the criminally insane
And I'm just sitting here wondering, 'Will I ever get out again?'
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