A boy I know is sick in his head -

At least thats what the doctors say he is

Shut in his room for hours on end

Looks like hes forgotten, but is he

His mind it ticks, more than you know

One day something in his head will click

Warders fill him full of lies, he fights he knows

Theyll never convince him that hes mad!

At breakfast he is strapped in a chair (wont go far)

Just a word out of place, hes sent to his room

Dont tell them youre sane

Theyll laugh and put you to sleep

Dont tell them youre sane, but you are

Tell me what you did today, was it good

What was it like and who was it with

Dont think Im prying Id just like to know

Why it is you do things so slow

Take him to the doctor, see what he says

I dont know why he bothers, hes in for good