Tell me, what goes on inside your head?
Do you notice what they call you,
Those girls who play at being friends?
Oh, crazy girl, what is it that you see?
And do you think your little world beats reality?

Tell me, what is truth in your own mind?
Do you realise what you're saying
In the outlandish tales you tell?
Oh, crazy girl, what is it that you hear?
A symphony of sadness that isn't really there?

Tell me, were you born to be this way?
Do you hate them for their pity,
Or does it bother you at all?
Oh, crazy girl, is this the price you paid
So long ago so you could be both strange and unafraid?

Tell me, what goes on inside your head?
Are you even half as crazy
As all those girls seem to believe?
Oh, crazy girl, what is it that you see
That makes you so different that you could not be me?

September '00

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