Fancy That

Fancy That

Where were you when I was cryin'?
with this many tears, you would of thought someone was dyin'
oh but they were, at least in my head, and with those thoughts
my heart stops, it can't live with pumping cold blood.

'Cause everyone's a little sick, and no doubt of few deserve a
good kick, but everyone needs a break every now and again
'Cause no one really understands anyone

So some of us like to keep to ourselves, and you'd
think it'd be too easy to tell, but there are
those who can't take hint, and I find myself
shouting "Piss off" and "Get Bent"

I know that I'm troubled, but I like it that way
'cause if I weren't crazy, I'd have nothing good to say.
I like dancing unmatched and singing to myself, and
being alone is good for my mind, but it doesn't do
much for my poor health

And as long as I can I'm all right,
I'll always be able to see that light
and you since can't understand me anyway,
you don't have to worry about me,
don't worry about me