Odd One

I know that it's gonna be ok, but is just too hard to get away, to get out this prison. The story is told that if you can be that odd one, and live your life in your head, you can be basically unattached to anything or anyone, and some call it imagination. And all this years I try to focus instead on anything except what I'm feeling. It's way to hard, but I keep loocking more things to get focus on it. 

And then I get lose and insane ... so damn berserk. No matter how hurtful this thing that you've done, but you don't know how evil my heart has became. I cried tear drops over the massive attack. It was just another massage to the main. I stood on the edge of your bridge until I felt the rain, just push me away, my confunsion left me fast as the vertigo came. We are all desperately seeking out that door to get us out. Where is the space I could move, where could I rest my head. When I lost that place I slide from paranoid to paralyzed. There's a rubble beneath my feet. I just want to be that odd one I ever was. 

"So tell me strange spirit who plays with my mind, why don't you leave or just stay, but, please, don't waste that moment that we both want to leave" ... let me be that odd one again.