"I'm not crazy. If I was I wouldn't know it. This isn't crazy,"
I keep telling myself.
I'm not losing my mind to a battle of insanity,
I still got my wits,
I haven't lost myself.
I'm not crazy.

And my friends keep making jokes about being crazy because that's the way we've always been.
To us crazy is unique and weird and that's exactly what we are.
But to me, on my own, crazy is a struggle of someone nobody understood

I'm not crazy.
People are always saying they understand or that they can relate.
I'm not crazy.
If I was I wouldn't know it and I know it
I'm not crazy
I swear, I'm really not.