It's a bad dream and I'll probably wake up
In a second or two
People who don't know what my heart is made of
Shouldn't mess around with me
You said you don't appreciate me
Who do you think you are?
Every time I think of it it's a crisis
You are in my head and I wanna
Kill you, kill you, kill you
But then I calm down again
And I almost forget how I felt 5 minutes ago
People say that I'm just full of myself
I'm not crazy at all
