SPLIT PART 2 (A)
I leap from bed in the middle of night,
Run up the stairs for 3 or 4 flights,
Run in a room,turn on the light,
The dark is too dark but the light's too bright.
Reality is hard to find,
Like finding the moon if I was blind,
Itıs there so stark, so undefined,
I must get help before I lose my mind.
I try to think of things mundane,
To get this terror from out my brain,
Everything's so mad, I can't explain,
I must get help before I go insane.