I may be a little crazy, hell I may be a little insane
I may sit around sometimes and do nothing but complain
Even with all the chaos and confusion swirling about, I shall not sit around, I shall not pout. Sometimes it helps to rub and write it out
Make a melody, put it in a song
Get it ALL out even if it seems too long
Cry. Shout. Scream. Laugh. Sigh…just don’t go flying without me too high…
Know that I will always be by your “side,” with only one set of footprints, come now, together we can hide
You’ll soon feel better inside.