Unwell

all day staring at the ceiling
making friens with shadows on my wall
all night hearing voices telling me
that i should get some sleep
cause tomorrow might be good for sumthing
hold on
feeling like i'm headed for a breakdown
and i dont know why
but i'm not crazy
i'm just a little unwell
i know right now u cant tell
but stay awhile and maybe then u will see
a different side of me
i'm not crazy
i'm just a little impaired
i know right now u dont care
but soon enough you are gonna think of me
and how i used to be me
i'm talking to myself in public
dodging glances on the train
and i know they all been talking about me
i can hear them whisper
and it makes me think there must be
sumthing wrong with me
out of all the hours thinking
sumhow i lost my mind
i been talking in my sleep
pretty soon they come to get me
they are taking me away...