My friends don't walk, they run. Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun. Popping, popping balloons with guns, Get high off helium. We paint white roses red Each shade from a different person's head. This dream, dream is the killer Getting drunk with the blue caterpillar. Now I'm peeling the skin off my face 'Cause I really hate being safe The normales, they make me afraid The crazies, they make me feel sane. I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong Over the band, entirely bonkers You like me best when I'm off my rocker Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed So what if I'm crazy? The best people are. ♥♥ -Mad Hatter- Melanie Martinez. > Casi toda la historia se desarrolla en forma de dialogo.