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A violinist plays his song with passion and vibrato
but when I try to sing along, it's like I'm singing solo
the cinema in Chelsea plays films with heartbreak and yearning
but when I breathe the air it tastes like charcoal, ash, and burning
I don't go to hospitals, no there I dare not tread
for a place that's saving lives, it holds so many dead.

Am I insane, or am I just different?
Do I need glasses that block out the light?
They would have shades to block out the darkness
that always is perched at the edge of my sight.

When I walk up the stairs at school I leave a trail of mud
but soon my sneakers start to swell and overflow with
fluid that's hot and red, sticky and staining and
maybe it's okay, maybe I'm not just going crazy
but is it worse to bear a curse and see what no one else sees?
people made of mist are nice, although they have no hearts in
I only wish that some of them would keep their body parts in.

Am I insane, or am I just different?
Do I need glasses that block out the light?
They would have shades to block out the darkness
that always is perched at the edge of my sight.

Transparent skeletons, blood clear as glass, and the echoing screeches of souls who have passed.
Why is this happening, why can't they see it, how long must I suffer, how long will it last?

Am I insane, or am I just different?
Do I need glasses that block out the light?
They would have shades to block out the darkness
that always is perched at the edge of my sight.

Singer-SongwriterVocala capella


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