I'm a bit frantic,
You can call me psychedelic.
I think I'm insane,
Owner of a mixed up brain.
I like to cut myself,
With a knife from the shelf.
Making a scar like a lane,
I don't longer feel the pain.
I got a conlcusion,
I need to find a solution.
I just have to behave,
Or else I might end up in my grave.
With a garden on my tummy,
I feel like a dummy.
And I'm not going to act,
Like that's already a fact.
I love my friends
And I love my family.
If my life ends,
I know, they're gonna miss me terribly...
I hope.