Psychotic Bitch

Well, well, here I am.

On the stretcher, in the white room.

A fun place to divine my thoughts into reality.

A nice place to stay away from society.

Ha..ha...

Oh great, what do you want?

I just wanna hang out with you.

Isn't that nice,

Do you have any way of getting me out of here?

Nope, sorry, I'm just as tied as you are.

Very funny.

But now I'm a bit hungry.

I'm a bit horny.

I'm a bit bored.

I need my iPod.

I need my cheeseburger.

I need my whiskey.

I need sex.

I can't get out of here.

I need to get out of here.

Desperately,

I have to get out of here.

How did I get in here?

What did I do to get here?

This white room...it's beautiful.

It's gorgeous and so...painful.

Ugh, this light...it's horrifying.

I think I like this place.

I think I'll stay.

I think I'll live here.

Ha ha...I like it.