A boy I know is sick in his head - At least that's what the doctors say he is Shut in his room for hours on end Looks like he's forgotten, but is he His mind it ticks, more than you know One day something in his head will click Warders fill him full of lies, he fights he knows They'll never convince him that he's mad! At breakfast he is strapped in a chair (won't go far) Just a word out of place, he's sent to his room Don't tell them you're sane They'll laugh and put you to sleep Don't tell them you're sane, but you are Tell me what you did today, was it good What was it like and who was it with Don't think I'm prying I'd just like to know Why it is you do things so slow Take him to the doctor, see what he says I don't know why he bothers, he's in for good
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