This was based on an experience I had while in psychiatric hospital. This one is about a girl named Noah, an autistic patient who was being poorly treated by the people we trusted the most. Took some inspiration from early Spiderbait tracks haha.

Hope you enjoy and take care!

Swinging at the backdoor (It could be Noah)

Confusion in the uproar (It could be Noah)

Losing what she fought for (It could be Noah)

Who else could it be?

She just wants to be free

Bright white hair

Tattoos to share

They say her mind's not even there

You could see it in her stare

She likes to work her hands

And she's gotta move her feet

Couldn't even stand still

Falling to a beat

She hates the gowns

They itch around

She's making sounds to settle down

The pill gets thicker

So that should fix her

If she's still the same

It's her temper to blame

Swinging at the backdoor (It could be Noah)

Confusion in the uproar (It could be Noah)

Losing what she fought for (It could be Noah)

Who else could it be?

She just wants to be free

Five years now

Nothing profound

The docs don't know how

She's breaking down

Yeah, it couldn't be her cell

Or the bruises when she "fell"

Or the numbers on her arm

Pleading love away from harm

A secret temple rests inside

Another world where she could hide

When the pill gets thicker

And it don't fix her

If she's still the same

She's just living her name

Swinging at the backdoor (It could be Noah)

Confusion in the uproar (It could be Noah)

Losing what she fought for (It could be Noah)

Who else could it be?

She just wants to be free

(x2)

"If all else fails,

"Just lock the door

"Maybe then she'll learn."

Swinging at the backdoor (It could be Noah)

Confusion in the uproar (It could be Noah)

Losing what she fought for (It could be Noah)

Who else could it be?

She just wants to be free

(x2)

"Who else could it even possibly be?"