Alas! The first B side of my new album True Love: The Madness
the B side is called Looking For The Last Patient (If you read all the B sides you might be able to find him ;) but sorry he's not in this song :3 )
The idea for this song is for a song you can sing/scream to a mirror, about any problem (Specifically stress and reality), make all the problems go away for a bit
Which is I'm Not Okay for me, this is like my I'm Not Okay
So pleeeeeease lemme know whatchya think, an if i got what i was going for?
THANK YOU SO MUCH! :) :) :)
<3
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My Chemicals (GONE!)
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The doctor said take two but you took five!
…LOOK!!! LOOK!!! LOOK!!! LOOK ALIVE!!!
To Happily-Ever-After’s only half the drive!
…LOOK!!! LOOK!!! LOOK!!! LOOK ALIVE!!!
From all these walls my forehead’s callused…
My chemicals’ imbalanced, I FELL WITH ALICE
Don’t send me to an asylum to be confined
With all these voices in my brain
…IF LEFT ALONE WITH MY MIND-
I’ll go insane- “HE’ll GO INSANE!”
I’ve gone in sane (Thinking I might cope) (I’M-…)
MY CHEMICALS! (Walking a tight rope…) (I’M-…)
I’ve gone in sane! I’ve gone in sane! (NOT OKAY!)
MY CHEMICALS!! MY CHEMICALS!!! (NOT OKAY!)
No, we’re not goin’ anywhere on- (I’m messed up and dressed to bleed)
Anyone’s ashtray-filled train (But this stress won’t get the best of me!!!)
We’ll carry on until we’re gone-
And then we’ll stay in Sane
They’re diagnosis-
I’ve gone in sane (I’m not okay-)
MY CHEMICALS! (I CANNOT COPE!!!)
I’ve gone in sane! I’ve gone in sane! (My chemicals-)
MY CHEMICALS!! MY CHEMICALS!!! (Walk a tightrope…)
You won’t find us in a hospital gown
Don’t give ‘em an excuse now monkey
So just shut your loose mouth monkey
Won’t stay around in a ghost-town
Just shut your eyes honey
HUM A LULLABY HONEY!!!
When the end of days siren sounds
So shut your ears honey…
NOTHING TO FEAR HONEY
NOTHING TO FEAR!
NOTHING TO FEAR!
The doctor said take two but you took five! (LOOK-)
…LOOK!!! LOOK!!! LOOK!!! LOOK ALIVE!!! (-In an inkblot)
To Happily-Ever-After’s only half the drive! (LOOK-)
…LOOK!!! LOOK!!! LOOK!!! LOOK ALIVE!!! (-In an inkblot)
I’ve gone in sane (I’m not okay-)
I’ve gone in sane (I CANNOT COPE!!!)
I’ve gone in sane! I’ve gone in sane! (My chemicals-)
I’ve gone insane! MY CHEMICALS!!! (Walk a tightrope…)
Are to blame-
Now. I’ve. Gone. Sane
I’ve. Gone. So sane…
I don’t need those meds
To be strapped in beds.
I’VE GONE. SO SANE!!!
Now I’ve! Gone! Sane!
[And everyone else is crazy]
I’ve gone in sane (Thinking I might cope-) (I’m not okay!!!)
I’ve gone in sane (Walking a tight rope…) (I’m not okay-)
I’ve gone in sane! I’ve gone in sane!! (I CAN’T COPE!!!)
I’ve gone in sane! MY CHEMICALS!!! (I CAN’T COPE!) [We-}
Are not okay…
