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I'm strapped into my bed,

electrodes in my head.

My nerves are really bad,

it's the best time I ever had.

I'm a sick boy and there's no cure.

I'm a sick boy, there should be more.

But I'm happy the way I am,

like a sardine in a can.

People taking notes,

people in white coats.

I see school girls everywhere,

short skirts and pigtailed hair.

But why must I suffer,

for being a gymslip lover ?