Lies that make me cry, Why try when all of you gets fried ,If I could fly I would leave, leaving all of my sorrows behind, My heart has been long gone, I\'ve tried to find my heart but, its nowhere near, I fear that I\'m lost because I\'ve lost my tongue, I have not spoken my mind one too many times, I don\'t know how on earth I am going to find my way again, What is there to gain? Once every blue moon a wolf howls, a mother dies, and a man cries. Brains fried to believe that they aren\'t perfect, perfect what a funny word. \"Don\'t go towards the darkness\" they say as they push you to it, BOOM! You\'re broken, locked inside with nowhere to hide becoming shy, Not because you stand and are afraid to fall NO because have fallen and picked yourself up SO MANY TIMES! BROKEN I am no more, Insane Yes I am because to be insane is to do something on repeat expecting different results and once every blue moon I\'ll do something different but right now as I look in the sky, you\'ll see a crescent moon real high. I\'m critically insane and that\'s how I shall be.