And someone could be me

I'm evil
I'm evil like everyone else
It's just something inside of me
This just makes me my oh my
As I sit in the waiting room
Looking at the bodies surrounding me
Whilst catching a glance of my reflection
And that's the only evidence I really need
Something which tells me, everything
The only thing I can take away
The only thing I can find
Is the consciousness I lost
And those bodies surrounding me

Each one's tattered and scared
Embroidered and well ordered
Asking themselves why they're here
Perhaps who they could of been
And what it is that they fear, maybe
I offered to sell them a field full of dreams
But they couldn't see beyond the brown grass
When all they wanted was green
And to destroy the scene, obviously

After picturing the way things never been
Emptying the woods of tree's
Framing the pretty gruesome picture
within.
An image in the waiting room
Symbolises the torture inside
And all of this from being nice but denied

I am the patient who sits and waits
After thanking someone
Someone I gave way to, someone I hate
But that someone was nobody
Just another person
Just another person like me
They could be someone
And so could every body
So that's why I need psychiatry
Because I increased my chances
And made my millions from foresty