Do you feel like your loosing your grip?
Like you don't mean to let go, but you slip?
Than you fall,
And you can't stand tall
Like your loosing your mind
And the people you thought you could speak openly to, you can't find?
Your going insane
And your clear window pane,
Starts to shatter
But you don't panic; it doesn't matter
You feel your heart pound
It's that intense you can hear the sound
"You're insane." The test results are sent to you
Those two words...And you know your through
But you already knew
Yet at the same time, you had no clue
Your set at a new low
With nowhere to go
Maybe a mental house?
Where your best friend is a grey mouse?
You think your done...
But no...It's only the start of the fun.
