He lay in bed

in peace and red

But they didn't like it

so forced him out

to follow distress.

 

Why'd they call him crazy?

He was special

If any would say otherwise

Lie and envy.

 

Intelligent and honest, they'd call him

He laughed and put on blue

Dirty and reckless

he went into the white

They took his friend

said it was dangerous

The fools wouldn't know

what they just did.

 

They said, it'll be fine

Lying bastards

They took off his clothes,

his soul, his art

He walked the corridors

with glued mirror eyes

He smiled and laughed

"I'll give them what they want."

 

And he did

Five days passed by

He still longed for her

Sat by the telephone

No one to call from

Or for.

 

Why were they sad when he ate?

Why did they sympathize when he smiled?

Why the pity and care?

All he wanted was for her to be

somewhere.