One tends to lose one's mind
While thinking nonstop all hours of the night
Questions of insanity are whispered
Am I mad?
Madness sounds lovey within my thoughts
No worry, no thoughts, just babbling voices
Thousands of ideas running wild
No care in the world just happiness
This is complete madness
Somewhere between chaos and dreaming
Is where I am meant to be
Webs of lies and truth woven through my mind
Pure bliss of what was, and what could be
In my own world
Tasting each idea, playing with each lie
Slowly slipping away
The madness whispering again
Darling, there is nowhere to hide.

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