me?crazy?

watching everything pass by

twisting reality into my own

they call me crazy 

or I'm just different?

what i make of my reality

is my problem

blood still running from cheek to cheek

and I'm still here watching

were there a will

there a way that what they say

but were there a will

there are fear

can't there be peace?

i go to the next bus of despair

because there hope

at least escape from reality

the blood are splashing everything

bones trow everywhere 

and they say I'm evil

for escaping the crappy reality i live?

i find it crappy

guys killings

girls teasing

and everyone fighting

if i escape this reality

i stay sane

and not insane

that why I'm the guy who think different

I'm the crazy guy

I'm the one who is very sane

I'm the funny guy

I'm that guy who do weird thing

love protect me

wisdom show me the way

and i help other 

inspire to be the other difference

if this is our world

the crappy world 

i like to escape it

every day

running blood

from cheek to cheek

mirror of life

this world gonna end