HOW MANY OF ME ARE THERE.

Trying to make senses of all the rubbish in my head

Trying to unravel all the pain

The biggest mistake I ever made in my life

Was one of me losing my aim.

How many of me are there

How many of me are there

How many of me are there

How many of me are there.

A room with a view that doesn’t show me very much

The room is my head with plenty space

My head always seems to be a good bit out of touch

My face is a face I cannot place.

I’m out on a limb or screaming out of my mind

There’s no Al-Qaeda on my tail

Terrorised figments of life in disarray

Part of me burns in the fires of hell.