I cry for my place in the world
But my place is not here
The place I yearn for doesn’t exist
It’s a place where I go to each night in dream time, a place where I love and miss
When I am awake it drives me insane
All I want to be is inside my brain
I want it to be my world
Is that insane?
Is it insane to love what is inside your brain?
Again
I will tell you
I cry for my place in the world
But it is not here
The place I long for doesn’t exist, anywhere but in here (points to my head)
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