I'm not mad, I'm not, I'm not.
I'm happy and calm and I'm not scared or angry or sad, I'm happy. Happy as can be.
You lied again, you keep telling me that lie.
I'm not mad. Honestly.
But you keep telling me I am. Maybe I am.
But I saw outside. I saw the dark. I saw him. He was there.
But you'd think that if you were crazy. Wouldn't you?
I don't want to be mad.
I don't want to be alone.