Personal Insane Asylum

Well if it’s possible to get to you
I wear my heart on my sleeve
If it ‘ll shine through
Don’t you tell me it doesn’t matter
Take my hand
To make a stand
Cause you’re my own
Personal insane asylum
My own
Personal insane asylum
Don’t you know you win me straight
Yeah-Ow!
Butterflies to thrill me
And butcher knives kill me
They compromise the Rorschach,
And improvise a comeback
So take my hand
‘Till the bitter end
Cause you’re my own
Personal insane asylum
My own
Personal insane asylum
Don’t you know you win me straight
Cause you’re my own
Personal insane asylum
My own
Personal insane asylum
I’m the one you can’t sedate
No!
The victim of circumstance
Never got a second chance
Chance
Chance
Cause you’re my own
Personal insane asylum
My own
Personal insane asylum
Don’t you know you win me straight
You’re my own
Personal insane asylum
My own
Personal insane asylum
I’m the six that beats your eight