Around my husband, I let all my
inhibitions and social restraints go. If I were to act like this in
public, I would be committed. Maybe I am nutz;
and if I am, then I don't care. Being nutz can be a lot of fun. Maybe I should be committed, but they have to catch me first.
and if I am, then I don't care. Being nutz can be a lot of fun. Maybe I should be committed, but they have to catch me first.
So those men in little white coats with
the butterfly nets keep getting closer and closer…
And I keep running faster and faster…
And I keep running faster and faster…
… I hope I don’t trip and fall…
they might catch me…
they might catch me…
not only will the men with the little white jackets be chasing me, but they may go after DJ as well…
slowly, they have already began to
drain the life from me…
so again, in my own little way, I
continue to run… once again, men in little white jackets are quickly
closing in…
and I hate the little men in the white
jackets who are slowly and surely gaining on me…
I also hate the men in the little white
jackets with their big nets who are creeping behind my door…
I love to hide from the men in little
white jackets with their big nets…
sometimes I wish those men in the little
white jackets with the big nets would catch up with me so I wouldn’t
have to
deal with my sister’s sick ass anymore…
deal with my sister’s sick ass anymore…
…and those little men with their
sparkling, pristine, white jackets will continue to chase me with their
nets…
…and I have two men in little white
jackets with very big nets gaining on me…
…and I have two men in little white jackets with very big nets gaining on me…
they gain day-by-day, because, yes, I am a little bit crazy. Aren’t we all?
So you may ask, what is wrong with her anyway?
Bipolar
Nymphomania
Hyperactive
Paranoia
Neurotica
Hey, after I finish school, maybe I can
elude those men with the little white coats and great big nets that
keep gaining on me…
so those men in the little white coats still gain, and do you know what I decided? If I can’t beat them,
then I will join them. If I can’t run from them, I will run with them. I am tired of running anyway.
the men with the little white coats may
not be far behind. I just don’t se them as much now, too busy.
I think the little white men in the white coats might catch me someday after all.
(bipolar much…yesterday, wanted to hurt
someone…today, very happy…men in little white coats please don’t catch
me)
so I decided that the guys in the little white jackets with the nets need to be chasing other crazy people instead of me.
those men in their little white jackets
are creeping closer and closer behind me.
before long, I will be trapped in their big nets.
They will put me in a special padded
little white room.
They will hide me there forever and no ONE will even notice.
now the men in the little white coats
are getting closer and closer… they are so close, I can smell their
after shave
…and the men with the great big nets and their little white coats are hanging from the roof on ropes and tapping on my window…
…and the guys with the big scary nets
and their little white coats…
…want me to spend the rest of my life with them…
…and I am scared…
…and I feel alone…
…and this is my life…
…and this is my life…
…and this is my life…
…want me to spend the rest of my life with them…
…and I am scared…
…and I feel alone…
…and this is my life…
…and this is my life…
…and this is my life…
…and those men in the little white coats are close behind…
…and they have their big nets…
…and they are chasing me in circles…
…in my circles…
I am running around…
Scared as hell…
And those men…
In the with jackets…
With their big nets….
Are looking the other way…
They seem to not be interested in me…
Not right now…
Maybe later…
But they are going to be…
Coming back to me…
Before long…
Scared as hell…
And those men…
In the with jackets…
With their big nets….
Are looking the other way…
They seem to not be interested in me…
Not right now…
Maybe later…
But they are going to be…
Coming back to me…
Before long…
and the guys in the little white coats
are laughing at me
they like to see me in pain
they like to watch me cry
but I will defeat them all!
…and I got caught lying…
…to those men in their little white coats…
….with their big butterfly nets…
….and it made them angry….
…but most of all…
my lies just hurt me….
…to those men in their little white coats…
….with their big butterfly nets…
….and it made them angry….
…but most of all…
my lies just hurt me….
these men in their white coats
with their big butterfly nets
wait for this nut to crack
I have not cracked yet
So they continue to wait
and the funky little men
in their white coats come
brandishing their steel nets
chasing after me
they tend to get closer
I tend to run faster
But I cannot escape the pain
in their white coats come
brandishing their steel nets
chasing after me
they tend to get closer
I tend to run faster
But I cannot escape the pain
big nets, white coats leave me terrified
i am too needy and my need draws them in
they look to catch me here soon and i push love away
i am terrified
of bliss
of happiness
of joy
i won’t let it close to me, it eventually causes pain
so i push it all away and white coats with big nets
get closer, closer, and closer
…and the men in the little white coats…
…are creeping up on me…
…on their tiptoes…
…hoping to not disturb my psyche…
…they break the eggshells…
…that have been placed around us…
…stirring up hell…
…in this place I call home…
old men, white coats
chase after me
down lonely streets
into my sweet sanity
white men, old coats
judge against me
in my city streets
question my sanity
sad men, stained coats
put fear into me
through crowded streets
pressing my sanity
old men, white coats,
come close to me
upon deserted streets
i hang on to my sanity
Though I say all these things...
Out of the corner of my eye...
I catch a glimpse of a man...
He wears a white coat....
That glimmers...
Far in the distance...
He watches me closely...
Around my corner...
He no longer lurks...
But he keeps the steady...
Watch on me...
His eye is sharp, and fixed here...
But he allows me to relax...
For Now....
Out of the corner of my eye...
I catch a glimpse of a man...
He wears a white coat....
That glimmers...
Far in the distance...
He watches me closely...
Around my corner...
He no longer lurks...
But he keeps the steady...
Watch on me...
His eye is sharp, and fixed here...
But he allows me to relax...
For Now....
...and I hang on...
...to that edge...
...and the cliff gets higher...
...and the edge gets more slick...
...and it is tougher...
...to hang on to the ledge...
...but I have a death grip...
...and refuse to let go...
...and then he comes...
...with his shimmering white coat...
...and he stomps on my hands...
...and he laughs his diabolical laugh...
...as I lose my grip...
...and he just watches...
...as I fall down...
...and down I fall...
...fall...
...fall...
...but I never...
...reach the bottom...
...I just keep falling...
...falling...
...down...