23-2-12.

At the end of the day

What is it I’m wanting to say

I’m sorry doctor.

Is there life on Mars

Do they ride on shooting stars

My lights are bright then they’re softer.

See the medication I take

I sometimes forget by mistake

I’m sorry doctor.

Why do the voices argue

Telling me to do what I don’t wanna do

What is it they’re after.

MI5v consult me a lot

On baddies that only I spot

I’m sorry doctor.

And see when my tv is on

The angels seem to feel so at home

They chat with next door’s wee daughter.