Why do you stand in your own wonderland?
So much chaos in such a tiny skull,
All your paintings are fading dull.
They put you in a strieght jacket to keep you sane, But you found a way to cut their veins.
All the blood on the white tile floor, on the ceiling, and also on the door.
You aren't who you used to be Alice, you've turned into something malice.
You've killed the Cheshire Cat, and the Red Queen, but I will admit, she was kind of mean.
You've gone madder than a hatter.
Oh, but that doesn't matter.
Your hair used to be blonde, but you've changed it to black. You've changed everything, down to the tattoo on your back.
You've changed a lot since the last time. Your eyes are filled with crime and no longer shine..
Well... The best of us are mad aren't we? Or maybe I've been drinking too much tea....
