Lean face, flowing floral dress,
Is she real? My damsel in distress,
She calls for me,
Dancing in glee; urging me to be free.
I am engulfed by this sheer darkness,
crying for someone to fill this loneliness.
Outside I look fine,
but my insides whine.
So take away my sedatives,
Don't get interrogative.
'cause I am losing the sense of wrong and right,
my mind is stuck in this fight.
Help me revive,
and once again let me feel alive.
Your words prick through my veins,
tell me how sane are you to call me insane?
