my way of thinking is all messed up.
it makes me twist and grit my teeth.
i am playing games with myself in my silly head.

and a good man will come to me some day
he will make me better
but i would go crazy
even more insane then i was once before.
i would scream in my pillow and to the stars in the sky

but the stars would just laugh
and i would laugh back
someday that good man and i will be up with those stars in the sky and then they wouldn't laugh at us crazy people anymore