Inside my head it is dry & sterile. The lights are too bright but the corners are too dark. My world is twisted because I see everything with a cruel glare under my spotlight eyes.1
Inside my head it is pale & warm. It is never cold, or hot. There is never variation in weather or mood because lithium allows no change.2
Inside my head it is white & straight. There are no edges, no colours. In here it is a simple picture, never moving, never changing.3
Inside my head it is boring, still & old. But at least no one can touch me.4
