Music Therapy in the Psychiatric Ward

So I'm bored. Stuck in the psychiatric ward for the third time. The psychiatric ward and I have a love-hate relationship. Who wouldn't complain of the free will to choose what to eat at the menu they give you. Not only that, if you are a healthy bloke, they allow you to put the quantity of the food you choose. For me that meant, double the chocolate-chocolate cake and lays potato chips. This was a sacrifice of my happiness to re-gaining the eight pounds lost during the previous summer. A grueling three miles per day in the summer heat seems tiresome, but when you end up with a bummed knee you wish you could run those three miles over and over again. (but that's another story)

So in the times between meals and meals, i choose to go play the old piano in the so-called entertainment room, a stuffed room where you can barely breathe, but worth the free-time. I write a song not because I'm bored, but because I am emotionally distraught, psychologically disordered, and sometimes the only place you can escape to is a place you create for your own. Enjoy the song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmRjK2VbfLg