I was glancing over old lyrics I'd written, and this thread idea occurred to me. I wrote these when I was 17. I wanted psychosis, psychopathy or something. Being 22 now, me at 17 seems like a different guy. Even though I still admittedly wanna "lose it" someday. Oh, the drama (if you've any evidence of your 4ness before knowing of the Enneagram, present it, please! in your arts or memories):
Do you wanna know a secret? Our humanity dangles on our imperfections Look at me, living proof All I've learned from being contrast led me To correction Thus I doled out my own suffering
It loves to creep up on me Subtle intensity Always gnawing at the skull I'm singin'/screamin', I'm losin' my mind At the edge of the mind lies an unhatched spirit without a name, without a heart Found the way you left it Oh, insanity and shame Hatches the shell, opens the eyes With the nest rendered lame assumes control of the mind and then it's open season time I'd really like to heal this but I really want to feel this Watching people, gravely reminiscing It's innocent bliss and don't you dare act like you give a damn It loves to creep up on me Subtle intensity and I'm reelin' from this derelict feelin'. I'm losin' my mind But if it's the only thing that keeps me from the rage of being just like you I'd carve it in my skin "I'm from the Loony Bin" and I'd do it every time Insanity and shame moves you further away and it opens the eyes What I needed was your hand! To be understood and understand Couldn't care less now (open season time) Creepin' up on me Rainin' insanity It's falling faster and I'm reelin' REELIN'