My mind's like a Ferris wheel on a railroad track,
some seats going forward and some going back.
With every bump and every bounce,
they give me medication ounce by ounce.
Will I ever be simply sane,
or will the madness still remain?
Like a steam ship drowned in the rain,
my tears and laughter I try to refrain.
I didn't ask to be this way
and it doesn't matter what I say,
my insanity is here to stay
and tortures me each day by day.
I kneel and beg and cry and pray,
for just one simple happy day.
Without agony and without pain,
without memories I cannot tame.
That to my grave will remain,
and I am left only in a name.
That's chiseled into a headstone,
with me beneath in my earthen home.
Where my mind will finally be tranquil,
and my soul will soar at free will.
Escaping this Earthly bond of hell,
with no more pain of which to tell.
