She frolics through the asylum
With scars across her arms and face
The other patients aren’t smiling
And they’re looking for escape
She laughs as she paints blood on the walls
Cryptic messages pull tricks on inmates
Their minds are aglow with wonder
The program is filled with hate
She looks out the window at the park nearby
A little girl at play peers back
Jealousy sparkles in her eye
Glancing into freedom she lacks
The drugs will evade her brain
She falls to sleep
Dreams of a perfect world
She sees the little girl at play
The little girl breaks her bones
At the hand of her father's fist
She falls asleep and dreams of a different home
The asylum is at the top of her list
Jealousy sparkles in her eye
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