Sanity is a mask
People put on to hide
How mentally disturbed
They are on the inside
Everyone has thought
About cutting their skin
Everyone has secrets
They hold within
If your knew how that cheerful boy
Sometimes wishes he were dead,
Or what that innocent little girl
Thinks about in bed.
If you could see inside the minds
Of Normal people youve known
Youd realize were all screwed up
Youre not alone.
