Insane They think me insane But they don't know what goes on inside my brain They call themselves smart just because They're at the top of the chart They think they're above me Like a bird In a tree Even though they don't know the real me But the thought never crosses their mind That we are all running out of time They don't prepare for what is to come They'd rather sit around and drink rum They'd risk it all just for some enjoyment Even if it causes their family torment In the end, it's their choice to bare I'm just tired of being the only one who cares And if that makes me crazy, That I don't force my eyes hazy, Then I'd pick insanity any day Because that's just the price I pay I'd rather have control I'd rather keep my soul I'd rather be unknown Than be another clone And wined up in some hole Because then I'd be truly Alone