Written November 14, 2003.

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I cannot concentrate, the lights are too bright
I’m rocking back and forth
I’m talking to myself, trying to reason
I think there’s something wrong with me

Please tell me nothing’s wrong with me

I would not be surprised to learn
There’s something fucked-up in my mind
Ragged breathing, eyes roll back
Let me sleep, let me escape

Get out of my head – it’s mine, not yours

Stop raping my mind with your cruel taunts
Please take the images of blood away
I don’t need this, this is not living
Life is meant to be lived, not survived or escaped

The coward’s way out is no way out.