Insanity is the name of the game
It's always there just the same
To live with it isn't much fun
The pain of it, me it does stun
From the land of hell out if flows
Over all it touches pain it bestows
Hate yourself it makes you do
It makes you yearn for death too
It kills all the light in your life
Leaves you with nothing but strife
But over all I guess I should be grateful
Though over all life it makes hateful
I have two eyes, five fingers and toes
Two ears, a mouth and above it a nose
Three kids have I and grandkids four
And a wife who loves me ever more
And friends to lean on whenever I need
How lucky am I, am I blessed indeed
So when my insanity is taking it's toll
When I'm down and out, bad luck's on a roll
I will try to recall all of my blessings
And take from them the needed lessons
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