Analysis me: am I going insane?
Am I stupid beyond comprehension of the brain?
What is so wrong with the way that I am
Even though nobody gives a damn
My hair has yet to ahine and gleam in the sun
But after all, there wil be no fun
Ever since the damage done
Besides the fact I am way too young
How about the rings of bark
But no, that would still be too dark
What is that has yet to be spoken