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I walk pass the mental institute

i think to my self am i crazy

i think i may be

lets go inside and see

i ask the front desk if i can comit myself

they said yes

i then go and sit down

i look at the floor with a frown

i then stand up and yell

i say i hear things in my head

i yell i wish i was dead

some one in my head is speaking to me

shut up man let me be

i cant take it anymore

i smash my head against the hard floor

i bleed and get a room

i then hear the voices NOOOO

it begins