All day staring at the ceiling making friends with shadows on my wall.All night hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep cause tomorrow might be good for something.Hold on,feeling like I'm heading for a breakdown and I don't know why.But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell.I know right now you can't tell but stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me.I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired,I know right now you don't care but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be...me.I'm talking to myself in public,dodging glances on the train and I know, I know they've all been talking bout me.I can hear them whisper and it makes me think there must be something wrong with me.Out of all the hours thinking somehow I've lost my mind.