[verse]
There may be a time you look in a mirror
You see a face there, but you don’t know who it is
Strange fact: you’ve become a stranger
You’ve become a danger to everyone you love
[verse]
There may be a time you’re acting friendly
But you’re not comprehending; you think you might explode
You’re scary to horses, dogs, and babies
Got you thinking maybe there’s a beast inside your head
[chorus]
Psychoneurosis; Misdiagnosis
Try some hypnosis to disengage your head
Social psychosis packed in daily doses
A rosy-red prognosis will assuage your dread
[verse]
There may be a time been doin’ lots of thinking
But you keep on drinking to make it go away
Strange fact: Anonymous Alcoholic
Whatever you want to call it – you’re living a life of pain
[verse]
There may be a time you’re right for changing
Might be rearranging the way you spend your days
You’re thinking you may well be dieing
You won’t be denying you want it to go away
[chorus]
copyright 2007 Donald Paul Harris