If I Were a Madman

If I were a madman they would lock me up for sure they would take one look at my face and say “what's wrong with her” I would defend myself but then they would see past my plea I would be shut up by myself and I would talk to...well... me If I were a madman I would want to take a stand and prove that I'm the sane one and the rest don't understand stop trying to control things, money, debt delight why can't I make my own life, why can't I fight my fight If I were a madman I would hide it from the rest inside I would toil away but on the out I'd be the best I might be inwardly concerned about my reputation but if I got that bad I wouldn't care about my mental mutilation If I were a madman I might enjoy the sadness after all “no great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness” somehow I'd crave insanity like no one ever should though if that thought didn't tip me off I don't know what ever could If I were a madman, and must tell the truth to you I don't quite know how to break this, but I assure you that it's true I will tell you now so I can say I haven't lied I've always been a madman, I've just hidden it inside