It Was Beautiful


there is pretty skies all around
and pretty flowers surround
birds sing in the big oak tree
while butterflies fill me with glee

oh who is that man in white
he probably just came to see the sights
why is he carrying a big needle
oh no i think this man is evil
he gave me the shot
and that really hurt a lot

i think the shot alters my mind
the beautiful scene i can no longer find
the sky and flowers have changed
i feel completely deranged
oh what is this, in my crazed racket,
i realize i'm wearing a straightjacket

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