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There's a screwed up world inside of my head

where thoughts aren't organized but jumbled instead.

I keep them all inside a little black box

and I let them out once in a while to talk.



They tell stories of their lives inside my mind

and they tell of the beasts from which they hide.

They tell of the heartaches and pains they have felt

and they tell of the problems that no one will help.



They always seem to slip out when they are not told

the lock on the box doesn't easily hold.

When I'm with my friends I sometimes speak what they think

and then I start screaming for them to stop pestering me.



I hate these little people that live in my head

but I can't stop them, they won't leave, I wish they were dead.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy for yelling at them

but I can't stand their screaming it just never ends.



They whine and complain, they scream and they yell

they say they want out of their neverending hell.

I swear that if they wait I will set them free one day

but I secretly know that I want them to stay.



For where would I be if I didn't have my world?

If I didn't have the thoughts in my head that twist and swirl.

They wind and they bind into a great giant knot

but I love them and cherish them because they are my thoughts.