Into his solitary shell
Lost within himself in his solitary shell
He learned to walk and talk on time
But in every other way he was fine
As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
And he was daddy's pride and joy
A temporary catatonic madman on occasion
And steadily he would decline
Disturbed from time to time
He struggled to get through his day
He poured himself onto the page
Lost within himself in his solitary shell
But in every other way he was fine
Fearful and sad most of the time
Kept to himself most of the time
Writing for hours at a time
When will he break out of his solitary shell
Disturbed from time to time
His mama always did her best
He would daydream in and out of his own world
He's a Monday morning lunatic
He was helplessly behind
He was drifting in and out of sanity
He's a Monday morning lunatic
As a man he was a danger to himself
A momentary maniac with casual delusions
But never cared much to be held
