This world that I live in, it makes no sense.
What makes others calm makes me feel tense.
They should lock me away before I bring despair.
But they don't even know, and don't even care.

Hope's what I search for in my time of need.
But those who would bring it would rather I bleed.
I can feel my legs shaking, my thoughts are unclear.
Everything I see is everything I fear.

Someone call a trial, "Guilty" I'll plead.
The help that I'm given is not what I need.
I can feel my sanity slipping away.
I know my plans will be revealed today.

I hear them all judge me. And I know they're not wrong.
They will take me away before too long.
But I can't help but try to prove I'm not bad,
Although they now know that I am truly mad.

The Judge looks to me, with a look I can't bear.
I can do nothing but accept my despair.
But I can't help but say something that makes everyone tense.
"You say that I'm guilty? That's just nonsense!"