You think you know me,
you say you do.
when all the while,
it's me who knows you.
you swear you got it
figured out,
but really,
my mind is filled with doubt.
all the things
you say you've done,
don't impress me.
not even one.
but, I'll be nice,
yes, I agree,
i know that I am
a bit
crazy.
