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Published: Aug 1, 2010

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Wrapped in a straitjacket
Murder with a bloody hatchet
My sanity ran away, I've got to catch it

So what if I'm broken, So what if I'm insane?
Nothing to lose and nothing to gain
Don't care if I won't live to see one more day

I've long ago cracked
Doctors shake their heads
People turn their backs

So what if I'm broken, So what if I'm insane?
Nothing to lose and nothing to gain
Don't care if I won't live to see one more day

Nurses telling me that I'm insane
People ask me how I feel no remorse, no pain
What a homicidal maniac like me has to gain

So what if I'm broken, So what if I'm insane?
Nothing to lose and nothing to gain
Don't care if I won't live to see one more day

Voices in my head telling me what to do
How to escape from this asylum, which way to move
What have I got left to lose?

So what if I'm broken, So what if I'm insane?
Nothing to lose and nothing to gain
Don't care if I won't live to see one more day

I've killed a few people - Maybe nine, maybe ten
It doesn't matter what they do to me because if I had the chance
I'd do it all again

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Just one of my boredom poems I did while looking at a few old drawings of mine.
To be honest I'm not very happy with it. :/ I think it's mostly the title and the "chorus" that gets to me.

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Aug 26, 2011

i like and trust asylums are not fun

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