Perhaps one day the screams will stop,
And I'll be declared sane.
Maybe when the voices pop,
I'll be free again.
Perhaps co-operation is that I need,
Can I go home soon?
For my misery I'm sure you feed
By handing me tablets of gloom.
Perhaps they'll see my mind is clean,
And I'll be thrown back into the world.
"Yes Miss Autumn, you'll soon be seen...
I'm afraid your mind-works are still too unfurled"
Perhaps they'll notice I don't belong here,
And they'll send me on my way.
I want to leave now, I miss those held dear!
Please oh please don't make me stay!
Perhaps one day I'll realise,
That they'll never let me go.
As nightmares are seen every time I close my eyes,
I'll be forced to live life as a burlesque show...
Dedicated to the wonderful and talented Emilie Autumn~
