Manic
Manic.
It's dark in the room,
My thought are like a race car,
Driving highways way too fast,
But there is no one to give me a speeding ticket.
Here I am,
Get out of my way,
Queen of my world,
Oh, come what may.
Disaster is lurking,
But I won't let it in,
Life is like my slot machine,
And I really need to win.
So fearless,
yet very afraid,
I face this world alone,
I don't belong in it, it belongs to me,
I created it on my own.
Now ain't it too bad,
That it's all in my head?
But no need to panic,
It's november, I'm just a little manic.
Mickey aka Miranda
It's dark in the room,
My thought are like a race car,
Driving highways way too fast,
But there is no one to give me a speeding ticket.
Here I am,
Get out of my way,
Queen of my world,
Oh, come what may.
Disaster is lurking,
But I won't let it in,
Life is like my slot machine,
And I really need to win.
So fearless,
yet very afraid,
I face this world alone,
I don't belong in it, it belongs to me,
I created it on my own.
Now ain't it too bad,
That it's all in my head?
But no need to panic,
It's november, I'm just a little manic.
Mickey aka Miranda
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