They struggle to know how I feel,

yet each question they ask only makes it more real.

 

And they search for a way to get in.

Hell, the door isn’t locked, it just blocked from within.

 

They remember the way that I was.

Well big deal, so do I and I don’t know the cause.

 

And they ask it again and again,

“Why can’t you be you back before this began?”

 

Don’t they think that I would if I could?

Well, I’m sorry I don’t act the way that I should.

 

So the stage is now set to go on,

everyone join together to point out what’s wrong.

 

Cuz together they’re sure they can win,

helping me learn how to live once again

 

But the only thing I’ve learned instead -

if ya gotta be sick… don’t be sick in the head.