Insanity Comes Quietly to the Structured Mind - Janis Ian

She sits on a window sill. Looking down, it's quite a thrill,

Imagery, imagining what is it like to be dead.

She walks out upon the ledge, searching for the living end

She wonders, wondering just what has changed in her head

Looking outward through my pain

Looking through my window pane

See her face turn into rain

She prepares her face at last. Taking off the piece of glass

Wrapped 'round her eyes

She doesn't cry. She's very young

And very bright to die

Then so quickly she stands up. Takes her shoes off in a lump,

She lays them down. Lately she has drowned

Checks to see her room is neat, making sure her clothes are clean,

Dying - death in dirty clothing puts you down

Looking outward through my pain

Looking through my window pane

See her face turn into rain

Then so quickly she stand up, crouches low, prepares to jump

Quite properly, pretends she's in gym shooting a basketball

Floating downward through the air, remembering the state of her hair

She falls, and nobody hears it at all

Looking outward through my pain

Looking through my window pane

See her face turn into rain

Yes, dawn coming through the rain, it has washed her mind away

I went ahead and made my bed, nothing really need by said

But she is dead

You can have it cause I don't want it

If you want it you can have it

I can't take it, I'm falling, I'm calling

Please, please help me, please help me.