Im not mad.
Im not mad.
Im not mad.
{maybe you are}
Shut up.
Im not mad.
Im not mad.
{well why are you talking to yourself?}
Im not.
Im talking to you.
{well im just your mind}
Not your not.
I can hear it in your voice.
Your not my mind.
Your...your...no....no...no....please no.
You cant be.
You cant be.
You cant be him.
Why are in my head?
GET OUT!!!! GET OUT!!!!
{ no im not him, im you.}
NO!!
You are not me.
You are the reason i am in here.
You are the person who sent me here.
You are the reason they think i am mad.
They tell me your not real.
They tell me its my imagination.
But i know.
I know its you.
And i know your real.
I KNOW IT !!!!
Sometimes though, i doubt it.
Those are my true moments of madness.
I think, no , it cant be real.
But it is.
Why did you have to come here?
Why did you have to sit by me?
Why did you have to be what you are?
Why did you make me feel this way bout you?
I want to know, why?
I need to know, why?
But truthfully, it doesnt matter.
I wouldnt have had it any other way.
In my mind its better i got to know you for a bit and end up here, than to have never met you.
To have never felt before.
To never have lived.
The only thing that keeps me sane, or mad as they say, is you.
Dont leave me.
Talk to me.
Stay with me.
Please?
