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All day,
I'm staring at the ceiling,
and making friends with shadows on my wall...

All night,
I'm hearing voices telling me,
That I should get some sleep,
Because tomorrow might be good for something...

I'm feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown,
and I don't know why...

Me,
Talking to myself in public,
Dodging glances on the car...

I know they've all been talking about me,
I can hear them whisper and,
It makes me think there must be something wrong with me...

Out of all the hours thinking,
Somehow I have lost my mind...

I'm not crazy,
I'm just a little unwell,
I know,
Right now you can't tell,
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see,
A different side of me...