Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...
All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot
Now she's very angry 'cause they say she's लॉस्ट the plot
And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress
Because she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind
Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack
It's for the kids who have low self esteem
They've got no concept of reality
Living their lives inside a fantasy
Coz they have troubled minds, troubled minds
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Like the glitter making प्यार to the gleam...
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