I am tired
Of being the crazy daughter
Because last night when you comforted me
Your eyes held pity and sympathy

I want to be normal
Like all the other kids
Instead I see doctors
I'm given heavy bottles with lids

The bottles hold a happy pill
That will make everything okay
The bottles will hold my crazy
The lid will keep it at bay

But I don't want to have to pop
Pills to be what I really want to be
I want to be normal and myself
I wish to be free

Too bad to be myself
Is to be crazy