Troubled Mind
Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lotNow she's very angry 'cause they say she's lost the plotAnd she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress'cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind
Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crackIt's for the kids who have low self esteemThey've got no concept of realityLiving their lives inside a fantasyCuz they have troubled minds, troubled minds
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken handsMust depend on a friend that will understandLike the glitter making love to the gleamJust remember things aren't always what they seem
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a manHe smashed the mirror into a million bitsNow all he seems to do is stare and sitPainting pictures of a life that he'll never findInside his troubled mind, troubled minds
There's a sweet little guy called MarsEach night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to beHe hides his dreams deep within a wooden boxHe hides his secrets deep within his woolen socksLife will pass him byInside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken handsMust depend on a friend that will understandLike the glitter making love to the gleamJust remember things aren't always what they seem
We can kill for the dust we need to fill these handsCan't depend on a friend that will understandHate the glitter, we have murdered the dreamJust remember things are always what they seem