Cutting

Get it out 

Of my mind

I must be

Out of my mind

Why is no one else

Haunted by their own head

I cannot escape my need to escape

But there is nowhere to escape to

People look at art 

And call its makers artists

Don't you see 

They are all crazy

They are all sick

They have holes in their heads

And their thoughts are spilling out

Why me why me

Give me a buzz

Cut to save me

Edit out this scene

In the movie I have made

In the future when I have made it

And my dreams are more than dreams

Insanity is what makes you happy

Author's Note

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