Edna Tales

Underlying obsessions in my undulating mind
sleepless nights in sleepless beds I'm trying to unwind
i can't make head nor tails of the people that I've met
do I really know them, have I spoken to them yet

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Am I going mad, am I going mad
am I going mad, I think I'm going mad

They never really listen, but I never really say
i stare out of my window at the grey cold pouring rain
i'd like to get to know them, but they've given me no choice
they're trying to communicate I just don't hear their voice

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Am I paranoid or skitzo, am I different from the rest
suicidal in my thinking, homicidal thoughts I'm blessed
lock me in a padded room, I think I'll go insane
when I wake up in the morning will my life be just the same