I feel my nails rip my flesh; I feel I've gone insane.
I never wanted to hurt you, but you made me this way.
So now I know I'm crazy, I feel there's no more pain.
These voices call out to me, they're screaming out my name.
Now I can feel the needle break, up inside of my veins.
They try to tell me I'm insane, but they made me that way.
So come and take me away, from this monster that you've made of me.
I feel like dying, erasing all of these memories...
BrokeNCYDE - Schitzophrenia ^^
Sounds like my life!?