In sanity I lived inside my mind, that was in pieces. And in my mind I was the only one who's sane enough to bind myself to me again; insane were all the others. In sanity I lived inside my mind, that was in pieces. And in my hand I held a pen to write it down; I was the one that chose the words; the world was all the others. In sanity I lived inside my mind, that was in creases. The gaps I fell between and into which I stumbled with my knees – I was the one to rub the scrapes and lick the blood. In sanity I lived in silence of a mind, that hits and misses. It fell to pieces. In sanity I lived alone. Gone, were all the others.
