Insane
Sometimes I think I’m insane,
But I look at the people around me,
And I feel stupid to complain.
I have it pretty easy.
I can sleep,
I can eat,
I can keep
To the beat.
My brain overthinks everything,
I think, think, think,
I begin to think,
Why am I thinking?
This isn’t worth a thought!
But then I think,
I can sleep,
I can eat,
I can keep
To the beat.
I can deal with the think.
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