I know me, yea I must be insane
I can’t quite say why, though I’m sure I can explain
It aint for the love of the sport but I love it all the same
Its the darker parts of me that I do well to contain
Like some oddities I know I happen to enjoy
Some sick sense of pleasure, a sadistic sense of joy
I don’t like to be evil, but ill do it for good
Ill even admit Ill enjoy it more than I should
For this theyll call me sick, say that we shouldnt be friends
I guess I shouldn’t even say it even when I trust them
But these are my thoughts, its what I like, its who I am
How could you deny, reject, and ignore it like thats a plan

You may not have meant to but you were defintely not the first
There are plenty of others who’ve learned less and done much worst
People want peace but always just dish out tons of pain
From insults and slurs to violence, its all the same
They just ensure chaos, keep us stuck in the pits
Its this negative thinking thats makes good so hard to get
Tough skin that still cracks and still bleeds
A sad enduring life is where this is going to lead

We all look for love and pray for harmony
But how can we do this if we still harm many
Open up your views, dont let them be your prison
There won’t be no problems unless their your creation
Its different its weird but as long as it causes no harm
There’s no need to be rude, nor to start to alarm
We can be better, we can come in peace
Or be kind enough to stay quiet at least