Diary of a Damaged Brain-Requiem

Things I have done should never be told I must write them down as I grow old This part of me I must hide from you You could not believe these things that I do Just a regular guy, eat, drink and sleep But like that cliche, still waters run deep It's not really me who does these bad things The voices inside make me a puppet on strings On strings... The nightmares I have of blood and pain Haunt me each night and torture my brain It was me but not me that did what I did I know what awaits me, a coffin with a lid You'll never understand how I went this far Maybe after I'm gone they'll make me a star Make a movie about me and the things I have done With the moral just being: ŤThank God he is gone! Society won't take any part of the blame It's simpler for them just to call me insane They'll keep asking themselves how I do what I do Diary of a... diary of a... diary of a damaged brain Diary of a... diary of a... diary of a damaged brain Diary of a... diary of a... diary of a damaged brain Diary of a... diary of a... diary of a damaged brain I wish I could let you know who I am I am forced to move on, to follow their plan I need to be stopped before more people get hurt I long for that final day, to rest in the dirt Rest in the dirt... Diary of a... diary of a... diary of a damaged brain Diary of a... diary of a... diary of a damaged brain Diary of a... diary of a... diary of a damaged brain Diary of a... diary of a... diary of a damaged brain