left in the back seat.

Crazy

You think I'm dead

That i have died in this bed.

You think i have voices

Voices inside my head

You said i died

But i didn't

I went to hide

To hide from you

If you were to hide

What would i find

Would i find you dead?

Would i just find your head?

What would i find

If i found you dead

Now you know how it feels

To be treated like shit

To be walked upon as if you where never there

Not even one bit

But i would not want you to go through this

No pain for you to fo through

Nothing for me to gain

But i still don't want you to go through this pain

Your innocents is my gain

How you have nothing to lose

Your mind still intact

But i have nothing to say ... in fact.

So here i go

This is my last show

So now i walk down to the last row

My row of puppets

Don't you see

Every one is there own crazy