Theres an egg inside my brain,
and it cracks and comes again,
Oh I'd much rather be blind,
to the terrors of my mind.
There are thoughts I cant escape,
so I drink but its too late,
So I run away and hide,
with a bottle at my side.
There are lies I cannot learn,
I dont know which way to turn,
So I stay right where I am,
To remain so blamed and damned,
There's a hole inside my head,
But Ive never ever bled,
So there's no one to help me,
Cos there's nothing they can see.
So there's no one who can help me,
because no one feels the same,
So I'll just keep on pretending
That I'm really rather sane
So I try to act so well,
Cos there's no one I can tell,
Just how bad I feel inside,
there's no way I can confide.
There's a tidal ebb and flow,
that leaves truths for me to know,
Bits of knowledge I can’t take,
Ignorance I cannot fake,
There's a rip right down my soul,
and all hope drips out that hole,
But I just cant plug the gap,
cos you cant give knowledge back.
Theres a pain between my eyes,
but no one can sympathize,
cos they never saw the blaze,
So they never feel my rage,
So there's no one who can help me,
because no one feels the same,
So I'll just keep on pretending
That I'm really rather sane
There's a feeling I cant shake,
One day soon my life will break,
Cos I cant take anymore,
So my blood will wash the floor,
There's a flaw in all I feel,
But its one I cant repeal,
Cos the burden wont abate,
when it does will be too late.
There's a place inside my head,
Where I'll go to when I'm dead,
And I'll leave you all behind,
In the corners of my mind,
There's a doubt that still remains,
Maybe death's eternal pain,
Well one day I will find out,
what this whole mess is about.
So there's no one who can help me,
because no one feels the same,
So I'll just keep on pretending
That I'm really rather sane
