Sanity
DISCALIMER: I don't own Donnie Darko, but I do keep him in my basement. O...O
DEDICATION: This one's for Orlena. I love you more than tuna. XP
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Swirling, twirling
Pretty colors
Broken glass inside my head
Dancing, whirling
Ever changing
They want me or Gretchen dead.
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I know more than you know.
I feel more than you feel.
I'm not crazy, this whole world is.
"I made a new friend…"
"Real or imaginary?"
"Imaginary."
Who are you to say what's real?
Who are you to say he's imaginary?
His eye bled
I've never seen you bleed
He saved my life
You twist my life
You plunge my thoughts into darkness and set fire to my burial shroud
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And is darkness really all that bad?
For out of the darkness, Frank said unto me
And is Fire really all that destructive?
Fear and Love--there are more emotions than that
Maybe you can be placed on a neat little line on a chalkboard, then erased
But my X isn't even in the room…
My X is written in the clouds with smoke and flame from the piece of future that changed my past
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How does it feel to choose death?
No different than choosing life.
How does it feel to choose life?
Well, that is a question, now isn't it.
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Ask not for whom the bell tolls
What if the bell tolled and there was no one left to hear it but me?
What if the bell tolled and I was the only one who couldn't hear it?
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Am I alone? Yes, I suppose I am alone
But for Grandma Death
And I'll have another friend.
Neither real nor imaginary
I'll be meeting Death himself soon
We have a lot to talk about.
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The scary bunny saved my life
But I wasn't scared
Frank would never hurt me
But you would.
And you did.
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The mirror makes a funny noise when I stab it.
Frank looks funny when his eye's all weird like that.
Flames and smoke make the room look funny.
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The pills are to keep me tethered.
My visions are to a way to slip the leash and run into a net
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Cellar door
Cellar door
Cellar door
No, the most beautiful combination of words is whatever comes out of Gretchen's pretty mouth
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Yes I think about girls a lot
I think about Gretchen a lot
I wonder if Gretchen thinks about me.
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The unexamined life is not worth living. Is the unexamined death worth remembering?