Crazy, you call me
Because the voice in my head
Tells me things that you cant fathom
And what makes sense to me
Is, to you, like one big irrationality
Crazy, you say
That I don't accept the world as is
And find shelter within myself
Within the world I create, and created
Long ago, since time began
Why call me crazy?
I know we can't agree, I know that
We may never be the same, and yet
Surely we could coexist, I think
If you would take me as I am
So maybe I'm crazy
But it doesn't have to be that way
Not if you meet me in the middle
I try my best, I do, but I always fear
In the end, it just isn't good enough
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
Crazy, you call me
Because the voice in my head
Tells me things that you cant fathom
And what makes sense to me
Is, to you, like one big irrationality
Crazy, you say
That I don't accept the world as is
And find shelter within myself
Within the world I create, and created
Long ago, since time began
Why call me crazy?
I know we can't agree, I know that
We may never be the same, and yet
Surely we could coexist, I think
If you would take me as I am
So maybe I'm crazy
But it doesn't have to be that way
Not if you meet me in the middle
I try my best, I do, but I always fear
In the end, it just isn't good enough
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