Am I mad?
Well that’s what they say.
They took me from home and locked me away.
When I was a young boy a knife I did have.
I showed it to my sister because she was bad!
She wouldn’t lend me her toys,twisting and turning
my nightmares began. I could hear ten voices
all telling me I was right. But yet to others
I was wrong as the night.
Am I mad?
Well that’s what they say,
they took me from home,
and locked me away.
The friends I made
were as bad as me.
I remember the cutting they taped up my sleeves
They tell me this is home,
and I will never go free,
but my mind roams,
and nobody knows but me.
Am I mad?
Well that’s what they say