People think I’m crazy.
Because of what I say.
But they don’t realize.
It’s just a game I play.
I tell them everything I feel.
I hide it in my words.
I wish that they were smarter.
Then my voice could be heard.
My voice could be heard.
People think I’m crazy.
They wont look inside and see.
The things within themselves.
That they try to blame on me.
A messenger is what I am.
My thoughts are what I say.
If that’s what you call crazy?
I went mad today.
I went mad today.
I went mad today ‘cause no one sees.
Mad today ‘cause no one feels.
Mad today ‘cause no matter what I do I’m still alone.
Mad today ‘cause no one knows.
Mad today ‘cause their so cold.
Mad today ‘cause no matter what I do,
I’m never going home.
I’m never going home.
All I see is crazy.
This is not the place to be.
Everybody here’s insane.
The worst of all is me.
Maybe someday.
Someone will come let me out of here.
But until that day.
I’ll try not to care.
I’ll try not to care.
