Insane? What does that even mean?
They call me insane,
but they don't see my master plan.
I could take over the world,
I could be the villian,
or I could be the superman.
Who says that a name is a identity?
I don't want my name to label me,
Only my heart will define me.
Those lables that they give,
they will never know who I really am.
But that's ok, because no one really knows the real superman.
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