Why Do You Think

i am the way i am, but why do you think? everybody thinks i'm crazy, no i do not need a shrink, love inside my pain, there connected with a link, my cup is filled with water, and you have nothing to drink. i do try to feel good, even though my life may stink, i was running through the sun, now i'm skating in a rink, I've been alone just way to long, now my heart is stained with ink, i must control my acts, before i end up in the clink.