People say I'm not normal
That I should carry on down the hall
My back is pressed against a wall
In fear of the day that I may fall

Life is a torment impossible to best
Like teaching an infant that strays from the nest
My heart lies heavy within my breast
Black as stone, but acquiring no rest

Trying to survive, but I haven't the will
Perpetually penalised through life until
My sun grows cold and stars lay still
Mortalised by a hole unable to fill

So watch out for the grave that I will lay
For I'll never find peace in the month of May
And what is normal anyway?
Its looking for a needle in a bundle of hay