Well if it's possible to get to you
I wear my heart on my sleeve
If it 'll shine through
Don't you tell me it doesn't matter
Take my hand
To make a standCause you're my own
Personal insane asylum
My own
Personal insane asylum
Don't you know you win me straightYeah-Ow!
Butterflies to thrill me
And butcher knives kill me
They compromise the Rorschach,
And improvise a comebackSo take my hand
'Till the bitter endCause you're my own
Personal insane asylum
My own
Personal insane asylum
Don't you know you win me straightCause you're my own
Personal insane asylum
My own
Personal insane asylum
I'm the one you can't sedateNo!
The victim of circumstance
Never got a second chance
Chance
Chance
Cause you're my own
Personal insane asylum
My own
Personal insane asylum
Don't you know you win me straightYou're my own
Personal insane asylum
My own
Personal insane asylum
I'm the six that beats your eight
