Come visit me in lala land, inside my broken mind

The months turn to years, when you look you can't find

You take what you will and leave what you need

for nothing here is what it seems

Come visit me in my state of mind, inside my twisted brain

as you follow the twisted path, you'll wonder if you're still sane

Hidden behind, the made up lines, but don't ask why

for the answer isn't clear and everything is queer

What do you do when you're bored out of your mind,

and everything you say is starting to rhyme?

this is what will happen if you visit me in La la land.

( made this up of the tp of my head so don't complain...[you can complain but I won't listen{unless your argument makes sense(( scratch that, it won't , you suck))}])