From the way you looked at me, I'm getting crazy
From years and years I kept in a soundproof room
A few days ago I borrowed a heater but it also didn't melt
From the way you looked at me, I'm getting crazy
My rain is been bleeding for so long but an empty barrel I found
Not only to find the light but I'm loving the dark
From the way you looked at me, I'm getting crazy
It just a dry well when I guess that was a mirage savanna
I chewed the betel but not meet any glucose on my tongue
From the way you looked at me, I'm getting crazy
Since I could never sink again
Apparently it is true!
You are psychiatrist who made me stay in a mentally hospital
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