Somebody please tell me what is wrong with me?
Why do I see these things that no one else can see?
In the shadows on the wall and the patterns on the floor,
images suround me, I can't take this anymore.
this path I travel is lonely and steep are the dues I pay.
What in the hell good is insight, when nobody listens to what I say?

Take it back, I don't want it,
this ticket that I bought.
Take it back, I can't take it,
I'm not as strong as I thought.

Take it back, I can't take it,
I didn't realize the cost.
Take it back, I can't take it,
I was better off lost.

Where did I go wrong? when did it all fall apart?
somewhere I lost the ability to distinguish reality from art.
The fine line has been crossed over, my defenses have shut down.
I'm not a preacher or a prophet, just a poet with the soul of a clown.
The world I occupy makes me cry for the part of me that's passed away.
So on the off chance that someone is listening, once again I say,

Take it back, I don't want it,
I didn't believe it was for real.
Take it back, I can't take it/
it was too much to reveal.

Take it back, i don't want it,
I didn't know the score.
Take it back, I can't take it,
please show me to the door.