Almost there, almost sane. A lead forward to the recovery, but the escape seems intolerable to me. I find myself right on the edge of knowing truth and you would think one look at you would do me the justice of proof and the way I feel would seal the deal. And time will heal. Inside my head, I kill everything and ruin my chance to live in the thrill of free will. I'm waiting for the day when I won't complain about being insane.