They say my thoughts are crazy and bizarre
They say I can't tell the moon from the star
They say I'm manically depressed and so
They came to terms with the things they don't know
They don't know of the voices in my head
They don't see the monster under my bed
They don't know that I hasten my footsteps
They don't know that I wake up then relapse
They don't know of the ghost that's haunting me
They haven't crossed the other side to see
They don't know that I've been to hell and back
They don't know that my rainbow's tainted black
How would they know? To them I'm just insane
They haven't journeyed in my placid plane
