Insanity Comes Quietly To The Structured Mind
She sits on a window still. Looking down, it's quite a thrill
Imagery, imagining what it is like to be dead
She walks out upon the ledge. Searching for the living end,
She wonders, wondering just what has changed in her head
Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my windowpane
See her face turn into rain
She prepares her face at last. Taking off the piece of glass
Wrapped 'round her eyes
She doesn't cry. She's very young
She's very bright to die
Then so quickly, she stands up. Takes her shoes off in a lump,
She lays them down; lately she has drowned
Checks to see her room is neat. Making sure her clothes are clean,
Dying - death and dirty clothing puts you down
Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my windowpane
See her face turn into rain
Then so quickly she stands up. Crouches low, prepares to jump
Quite properly, pretending she's in gym shooting a basketball
Floating downward through the air. Remembering the state of her hair,
She falls, and nobody hears it at all
Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my windowpane
See her face turn into rain
Yes, dawn coming through the rain, it has washed her mind away
I went ahead and made my bed. Nothing really need be said
But she's dead
You can have it cause I don't want it
If you want it you can have it
I can't take it, I'm falling, I'm calling
Please, please help me, please help me
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