Don’t be sick; Be magical. You don’t need those pills or those shots. You really do hear ghosts. You really can tell the future. Give us the secret; give us the truth.
Don’t be sick; Be our angel. Be our shaman. I believe you. We will fill you with positive energy. Tell us what the spirits say. Tell us what God says. Come on!
I made sure they didn’t medicate you or stick you in therapy—So be magical for me. Make it worth it.
Don’t you know how much I suffered…seeing you act so erratically? All these wounds that no one understands…they make sense if you’re actually a genius, a chosen one.
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