(am I?) Mad As A Hatter.
Always in question I find myself
At me always is pointed the finger of blame,
I know this anger is taxing on my health
And I, in dark, negative mood, want to retire from Life's game.
Sometimes, to runaway, I really want too,
But hey like Pink Ployd once said,
'The show must go on'
Even though i just want to leave - and not say goodbye,
I put on my fake smiles and -
with spirit and wings crushed -
still try soo hard to fly.
Well there's only one thing I try at so hard
That is to keep up this phoony facade,
In the words of Likin Park
'In the end it doesn't really matter'
Because maybe I am (am I?) just mad as a hatter.