What have I just done?
Do I really believe those words?
I'm just a poet, right?
I'm not really crazy.
She can't make me crazy.
And anyway it wouldn't matter if she tried,
Because I couldn't lose her (not my mother).
I would fight it. And it isn't true anyway.
Being crazy doesn't work like this.
I should know, right?
I study it enough.
I should know.I'm not really crazy,
Not really crazy,
Not really crazy.