Complications of My Mind

Can you hear them calling your name They push you over the edge like it's a fucking game Taunting, filling our heads with their lies Never ever listen I'd rather fucking die If we're all the same, am I really that insane I'll say I don't care with a finger in the air but there's Worry in my eyes, complications of my mind Imagine if you could not imagine at all Oh the sweet relief the taunting would disolve That's the thing about us kids we're mentally insane But I'll never tell they know that we're deranged Now that you know the truth, you will run just like you do If we're all the same, am I really that insane I'll say I don't care with a finger in the air but there's Worry in my eyes, complications of my mind