walking down the hallway, it's so white and shiny
wearing white clothes so I don't seem to be there
I'm imprisoned in the darkness that surrounds me
it is white, just to give us all a scare
I ask every day if they can take me home
they just lough and say: “you're allready there”
poking me with needles I can't say that I like it
can't they see the burden that I bare

I ain't no schizophranic
I am not insane
I need no medication
they just bring me pain

they strap me to my bed, and say that I've been bad
now I'm asleep I cannot see my friend
he's been here for two weeks, they say he's in my head
that ain't true, he hasn't allways been there
Joe tells me to steal, even though I do not want to
he says I'll need that fork to get out of here
he's my friend, he tells me what I should do
I do think he's the only one who cares

I ain't no schizophranic
I am not insane
I need no medication
they just bring me pain

now I'm getting out, I will leave all this behind me
the fork has come to use, I knew that Joe was right
now I am outside, but for some reason I can't see
it si called the sun, but Joe said it is god
since I've been outside, I felt like something's missing
it's driving me mad, I need my medication
this ain't right, I don't feel I belong here
I think I'll go back in, cause I need my friend Joe

I am a schizophranic
I don't want to go
I need my medication
they have brought me Joe

-The Poet