When I’m here in this asylum

In my room, all alone

Lying against the wall

Looking up at the ceiling

Every day, I sit down

Sit down and think

Just think about my life

And where it’s been

It’s been…..It’s been

I don’t know

I mean, I feel good

Even after I knew I stabbed those guys

Saw their blood coming down

From their necks to their shirts

To their pants, all the way to their shoes

Like a stream flowing in a river

I knew I snapped their necks

Heard their necks pop

Crack, break, and go boom!

As I also shot their necks

The blood splattering on my face

Going down to my body as they got down

Smiling ever so greatly

Filling my soul with a sinful pleasure

I felt good

So life should be good

It should be except

EXCEPT IT’S NOT!

After I did that to those guys

Those guys in that alleyway

I got locked up in jail

Had an awful inmate next to me in my cell

But I knew how to deal with him

I shoved a knife down his throat

Thinking it could make him just shut up

He was caught dead

Well, hey, he stopped talkin’

I was right

So I don’t understand why I’m here

In this asylum

All alone by myself

Having no one

No one at all to talk to

To hang out with

To have fun with

To do mischievous things with

To get in trouble with

To cry with

To love with

To be with

Just like home

Just like school

Just like everywhere

Everywhere I’ve ever been

Including now

Sure, I feel good

About a few things

But that doesn’t make up for what’s in me

Nothing

I just feel nothing all the time, feeling the same

Makes me feel like burning someone on fire

Seeing their flesh slowly melt off

Screaming and crying

Gosh, it could make my day

If only I knew how to cause a fire

I inhaled from my cigarette, in between my first two fingers

I exhaled, smoke coming out

If only I knew

And if only I knew

I knew for certain

That would make me feel more than anything

Which it probably wouldn’t