Posted - 10/11/2010 : 09:09:13
| 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
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