Heh. Crazy. I'll show you crazy.
Throughout my life, I've been called all sorts of things
Been called, "Odd, stupid," an assortment of "freak"s
What is it? The way I talk, walk, or how I look?
Read comics, then a book, now I've wrote a book,
Look, nowhere is where I fit in, there's no clique,
Just everywhere in lunch I sit, no seats opened,
So fuck it, do I quit? Shit, last thing I need is Mit
to hate on Tim himself, he just got another hit -
Not a view on one of his songs or poems,
A fucking hit, pow, in his head, it went split,
On the dirt, down, blood comes out when he spits,
Upon all this, he's called a twit. I don't get it,
What the fuck did I do to deserve this shit?
The fuck did I do for my best friend to die?
The fuck did I do for my grandma to die?
The fuck did I do to be born on this planet?
I didn't ask of this, I never wanted it,
Who is insultin' Tim? What's the reason behind all o' it?
Am I full o' shit? Or have I just fallen off of this
Understanding as to why I'm being targeted an' shit
All of these events happened back as a kid
Doesn't mean I'm in the clear, I'm still fucked up and shit
Diagnosed with disorders, symptoms and syndromes;
Doctors telling me orders, ifs, mays, and their "wisdom"
Evil, I live, definition I'm living in a palindrome
Bi-polarity, depression, eating another tin full of Lithium
See psychologists and told their logic on the weekend
See these visions when I close my eyes, some nights
Some things I don't remember but when I see them, I fright
I cringe and I feel mentally unhinged
I'm going off the edge, just another inch
What will push me over? What's the final risk?
What will be the outcome? Will I even be missed?
Fuck no, I don't want to see another psychiatrist!
Don't want to see another Rorschach test!
Don't want to hear any more kinds of bullshit
Fuck this shit, I think I just took that risk
Don't call me weird.