I Think I'm Crazy

Sometimes I talk to myself. Sometimes while I’m walking through my empty house, I pretend that my house is full up people that love me That would miss me Does that make me crazy? Sometimes I lie to myself Sometimes I’m so convincing in these lies that I forget that its a lie Sometimes the fake life I make for myself will over come me The line between reality and dreaming will be come too blurred for me to see Does that make me crazy? Sometimes I hurt people I pretend it was an accident but to make people cry is like a drug for me The breaking of a voice and knowing that I caused it Its adrenaline running through my veins The sound of someone falling apart is music to me Does that make me crazy? Sometimes I hear voices They shout at me, they scream at me Some are nice but some are mean, some are just plain scary I used to be able to tell whats in my head and whats not But lately I can’t tell who’s screaming I think that makes me… crazy