plaidling
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Posted - 10/11/2010 : 09:09:13
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This is a song I wrote in the midst of one of the active phases of my schizophrenia. I wrote it while in hospital. (Fortunately, there was a piano available in that ward.)
Excuse me, sir, but do you know where I am? I'm lost and I can't seem to find me. I've looked all around, but all I have found Are pieces of someone else. Pardon ma'am, have you seen me anywhere? A face too invisible for a milk carton. Oh where have I gone? I've been lost for so long Outside myself
And it occurs to me when I can't see my feet in front of me Who will stand for me? Stand with me? Where will I find the kind of love that doesn't mind A little Crazy? Why am I crazy? And I really crazy?
Excuse me sir, have you seen this face before? Find me before I am too far gone. I think I've lost my head, I fear I might be dead, Because I don't feel alive. Pardon ma'am, can you help me find my mind? My thoughts are swirling and I can't see through them All I can see is someone who's not me. Maybe they'll survive.
And it occurs to me, when I can't see the forest for the tree How can I be free? Strong and free? Where will I find escape from my invaded mind When I go crazy? Why am I crazy? Am I really crazy? Crazy...
People are just people. -Ros Clark |
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