Writings by a Loud Girl Who is Often Quite

Insane?

Everything is different, but still is the same.
Everything is here, and yet nothing remains.
The only explanation's that I'm going insane.
Oh, I just can't handle playing this game.

My world stays whole as it's falling apart.
Things are ending that had no start.
I can't tell the day from night
Cause the darkness is so bright.
Oh, my logic wherefore thou art.

Is it all in my head
Is it all just just pretend
Am I in a room with padded walls

I'm looking all around
My sanity cannot be found
I'm not even sure I lost it at all