I live in a world of fantasy,
Of games and make believe.
The only problem is
They are not just games to me.

My momma calls me crazy,
My sister doesn't care.
My friends say that I'm special
My poppa's never there.

I live in games and make believe,
But I like it where I am.
If you could only really see

I'm happy, happy right here.
I'm lovely right here.

Do you not believe me
When I preach these words:
Your world is pain and dark and cruel.
How could you not believe me?!?
You see it everyday!
The sin, the madness, the utter violence.
That is no way for man to live.

I don't know how you bear
The death that you see everyday,
And act like nothing's there.

But you do know,
Don't you?
Don't deem me for a fool!
You see everything that's happening,
I know you feel the pain I felt.

That's why you have that needle
Inject the liquid through your skin,
Make you forget your troubles.

Don't you dare criticize me
When we are all the same.
Our make-believe worlds are different,
But they still exist.

I love in a world of fantasy
Of games and make-believe.
But so do you, you see!
I bet,
You're even crazier than me.