Starvation, hunger, it's all the same.
Metaphorical itch, I'm going insane.
I can't beat the odds, you all will see.
It's going to beat me, so listen to my plea.
I want all the help I can get.
Lock me away and I won't throw a fit.
If isolation will cure this disease,
Then so be it, I'm begging you please.
Throw me in a padded room with one little light.
And put me in a strait-jacket, I won't put up a fight.
If this isolation is the key...
Please do it to make me happy.