I talk to youYou talk

I talk to you

You talk to me

It's that ugly little word

psychiatry

People are never hesitant

To look at me funny

Rock back a little bit in their 

Seats

When I tell them I want to work with the 

"crazies"

In field called 

Psychiatry

Home to "psychos" and "nut jobs"

I see

Mothers

Brothers

Sisters

And lovers

All going through the hardest of struggles

I see the rich man that cries all night

I see the mother who holds pills to a holy

Light

I see the son who hasn't slept the past

Five

Six

Seven nights

And you look at me like you have no demons

Why would you ever want a job like that

 

 

Because I have been lost in the darkest nights 

And I have felt the brightest days 

And I would love to help someone 

Feel the same sunlight I do.

 

It is so much brighter up here. 

 

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