Troubled Mind [Greek translation]

Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...

All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot

Now she's very angry 'cause they say she's lost the plot

And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress

'cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind

Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack

It's for the kids who have low self esteem

They've got no concept of reality

Living their lives inside a fantasy

Cuz they have troubled minds, troubled minds

Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands

Must depend on a friend that will understand

Like the glitter making love to the gleam

Just remember things aren't always what they seem

Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man

He smashed the mirror into a million bits

Now all he seems to do is stare and sit

Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find

Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds

There's a sweet little guy called Mars

Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be

He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box

He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks

Life will pass him by

Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds

Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands

Must depend on a friend that will understand

Like the glitter making love to the gleam

Just remember things aren't always what they seem

We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands

Can't depend on a friend that will understand

Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream

Just remember things are always what they seem