I'm sad
And want to cry
I'm abnormal
And want to die

I've an illness that has broken me
I've an illness and I'll never, never, be free

Writers the happiest people on earth
How ****** up is that to say?
Art and delight are as same as night and day.
I'm sane because I scrawl my fight
That makes me laugh
I'm crazy

I'm crazy
My view on the world is hazy
I'm Manic
My morale machine is lazy

Lately it's quicker
Not enough for a design to birth
I want to be transparent
Isn't that apparent?
I guess I will be my own declarant
I'm inane because to harm I am prone
That makes me weep
I just want a soul to keep