we all go crazy,

we're all just a little bit insane

One day it'll be her,

sitting in that white cotton chair

She won't have a clue what's going on

and I will be the one that holds and guides her and shows her the way

when she can't numb the pain away.

I'm the strong one

I'm not nervous

but I don't deserve this.

Is this our legacy,

decrepit and disrespected and insane

until we die like dogs killed to be put out of our misery. 

You ignore

You push her away

Don't you want her to remember you before she goes away?

What's Wrong With You?

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