i close my eyes yet i still see i can not hide from what s inside of me i hear my thoughts but they re not clear and now i tremble with fear no one can tell me what s sane you see the tears i cry but you can t feel my pain no title can classify me i m a person with feelings a number i refuse to be don t try to live my life you cannot talk for me now i m on the brink brink of insanity sometimes i stare into space i try to think about another place where happiness i ll see i ll find a place for me and find some sanity sometimes i look at you and i wonder what will i do will my mind stay intact how will i react will i do any harm to you open my eyes but i can t see maybe the hatred has blinded me there s not a sound yet i still hear now the pain is so clear no one can tell me what s sane you see the tears i cry but you can t feel my pain no title can classify me i m a person with feelings a number i refuse to be don t try to live my life you cannot talk for me now i m on the brink brink of insanity sometimes i stop to think or maybe my thinking just stops doesn t matter anyway no one hears what i say i m on the brink of insanity well i know him but not his name in everyone yet not the same play with the cards i m dealt worse i never felt i m playing a sick man s game