A mental mess, yes, I do confess
I don\'t think along the same lines as everyone else
Never have and never will
But you can\'t force me to take that mental health pill
Not anymore, I\'m not crazy
This is a Spiritual war
Things will get worse before better
I can feel the world changing
To an evil, demented texture
What happened to belief in what is right and just?
My circle getting smaller
Not many that I trust
But the ones that I do
Understand what I\'ve been through
Locked in mental hospital, yes that was new
It took me 30 odd years to fully wake up
Always the odd one out, the ugly duck
Things will get better, it\'s no stroke of luck
Everyday my eyes transfix and look up