A graceful sickness weakens the mind.
I don't try to give it up.
I'm indecisive, have no ability.
I'm an empty paper cup.

The world spins faster than normal,
But unbalance is the key.
Thirteen going on thirty,
And they're all so proud of me.

I need to keep my sanity.
Can't afford to bleed it away.
Don't understand myself anymore.
Won't trust anything you say.

My power is my passion
And the only thing I control.
I can feel so empty
I forget I have a soul.

My obsession is so pronounced,
And lately I've been scared.
I know that it will all be fine.
I'm hoping we'll be spared.

Looking back on times gone past
Was never very fun.
But sometimes, if I really try,
I unravel, come undone.

I am mental, I am so unique,
But still, we're all the same.
I hate it with a passion,
But I'm still playing my game.
 
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