A boy I know is sick in his head   At least that's what the doctors say he is   Shut in his room for hours on end   Looks like he's 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   They'll never convince him that he's mad      At breakfast he is strapped in a chair   (Won't go far)   Just a word out of place, he's sent to his room      Don't tell them you're sane   They'll laugh and put you to sleep   Don't tell them you're sane, but you are      Tell me what you did today, was it good   What was it like and who was it with   Don't think I'm prying I'd just like to know   Why it is you do things so slow      Take him to the doctor, see what he says   I don't know why he bothers, he's in for good