I don't think I'm going crazy...
Everything seems to fly me by,
in these days I don’t even try
to go out and make a difference.
I don’t need grades or a job reference.
I dream because I don’t like the reality.
A couple of times a day I end up in panicking
because of the fear of losing the grip
and leaving on a mental hospital trip.
I don’t think I’m going crazy,
so I don’t need you to save me.
If anything, then I’m finding out
what my life is all about.
This growing up is like shitting bricks,
I haven’t learned these circus tricks.
So if you’ve seen more than me,
I’d learn the lesson happily.
With your help not fooling around,
I could count you in my life once it’s found.