Please

Tired of the gloom here...
Waiting for a sign...
Waiting on that blue bird...
Perhaps another glass of wine...
Told I'm stupid and ugly...
Told I'm worthless and weak...
Those little voices from my head again begin to leak...
Running from what's real...
As the dreams finally cease...
Running from that nightmare, that sinner, that beast...
My heart is finally open as my blind eyes begin to see...
Crazy is as crazy does...
It's my mind I have to flee...