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BlindMansColour
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Take me home, to where I belong,
Take me far away, to a place where I cannot go wrong,
To a place where I won’t be afraid to be this unusual side of me….
Is that for me?
Or is this the way it will always be,
And is the worm stuck in my mind?
Are these midnight conversations a sign?
That I need a wall that I can run into,
Or men that I can stain…. Is that for me?
I left to be free inside the walls
You heard my plead, we’re locking it shut after all…
And what a surprise, a souvenir jacket that I can’t leave behind
How’s it look? Does it fit all right?
Bring me back, it’s not what I’d thought it’d be
The Rooms are in my head, It knows what I’ve done and
What I’ve said…
Some of you may or may not give a shit as to what its about, for those of you that do, thank you. I tried to kind of explain a story through the perspective of a mentally insane person, I did the best i could even though i don't know from personal experience. the person wants to be taken "home", the asylum, where he can freely roam and not be an outcast. he finds that he has frequent conversations with himself in the night, there must be a problem. he wants padded walls and men in white coats (men that i can stain, white stains easily) that can help him. then there's a trial and an insanity plead. he's put in a "souveneir" straight jacket, nice. However, to his unpleasant suprise he finds himself in an isolated room of horrors inside his head, horrors he can't escape from.......
Take me far away, to a place where I cannot go wrong,
To a place where I won’t be afraid to be this unusual side of me….
Is that for me?
Or is this the way it will always be,
And is the worm stuck in my mind?
Are these midnight conversations a sign?
That I need a wall that I can run into,
Or men that I can stain…. Is that for me?
I left to be free inside the walls
You heard my plead, we’re locking it shut after all…
And what a surprise, a souvenir jacket that I can’t leave behind
How’s it look? Does it fit all right?
Bring me back, it’s not what I’d thought it’d be
The Rooms are in my head, It knows what I’ve done and
What I’ve said…
Some of you may or may not give a shit as to what its about, for those of you that do, thank you. I tried to kind of explain a story through the perspective of a mentally insane person, I did the best i could even though i don't know from personal experience. the person wants to be taken "home", the asylum, where he can freely roam and not be an outcast. he finds that he has frequent conversations with himself in the night, there must be a problem. he wants padded walls and men in white coats (men that i can stain, white stains easily) that can help him. then there's a trial and an insanity plead. he's put in a "souveneir" straight jacket, nice. However, to his unpleasant suprise he finds himself in an isolated room of horrors inside his head, horrors he can't escape from.......
