E Too D

Sometimes I feel

Like a frustrated child

I got everything I want

And there's nothing that I need

I can't stop my brain from running wild

Running wild, from running wild

My brain, my brain is running wild

Sometimes I'm looking somewhere

And I don't like what I see

Seems like my soul is made of paper

So I took a look outside myself

Trying to get myself together

Things have changed, now I find

I've just been messing, messing up my mind

So now my troubles are all over

And I'm pleased to find

That I was right and they were wrong

I have messed up my mind

You see those colors, hear those voices

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