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