Looking at the dark grey sky, I notice green trees.
It's a cold, grey day, with a real cool breeze.
Hidden in plain sight are my dark, imagined friend's.
Everyday I ask them: "When will this end?"
Their names are: Depression, Suicide and Isolation.
I now drift into the mood of Desolation.
I'm the opposite of normal, the definition of weird.
But, I'm just lost, totally lost in my head.
Don't belong in this world, my whole life is bent.
I'm Society's Child, now, watch me I'm wild.
But, I'm just lost, totally lost in my head.
I walk in silence, get my share of violence.
Lacerate the arms that help me handle this shit.
I think it's time I die now and, do my bit.
Cos, I'm just lost, lost in my head.