There's a needle in my foot,
In which I used to sew.
Took a raindrop and dripped
The following note on it:
Do you think I'm insane, do you think I have a care?
Open my brain and examine me,
There's lot of room to stare.
Go ahead and put me in a cell.
I'll bang against the rail.
Give me some meds, I'll put them in my keds.
Padded walls and kitty cats.
I get bitten by the bats.
Always been told I was crazy,
Too independent for daisies.
And my heart is smashed,
Last checks have been cashed.
Show me doves, show me knives,
Show me how you live your lives.
You are second to best,
Having my pajama fests.
You are my match,
My burnt cookie batch.
Believe me dear,
I'm not sincere.
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