Mania (Act 1)
This goes here, I’ll put that there.
Surrounded by chaos everything's everywhere.
I’ll move that couch, I’ll cover that chair.
I’ll get a tattoo, maybe color my hair.
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So many things at the online store.
A prisoner to wanting, a need to my core.
If I bought it all I still would want more.
It’s not just the owning but making the score.
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I need to take chances, my lucks at its peak.
To give up the longshot is stupid and weak.
I’m missing out on adventure even now as I speak.
It’s the gold at the rainbow, the rush that I seek.
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A million ideas, my mind is ablaze
I try to sort through them until my eyes glaze.
Stuck in a side show, trapped in a maze,
thoughts running so fast I get lost in the haze. 
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I'm on the top of heap, the Queen of the ball.
I feel young and pretty with strength to stand tall.
I grab on to everything because I want it all.
My keepsakes of living when I finally fall.
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Go even faster or the world will slow down.
I stumble and fall but don’t hit solid ground.
Need to stay in their faces til they know I'm around.
If I crash and burn now, I might never be found.
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I’m running on empty but keep climbing the hill.
Emotions shoot skyward, I must have the thrill.
I drink the well dry but can't get my fill.
Then I see there's no point so I take another pill.

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