Estoy Loco

Many believe that the characters in my stories
Faithfully represent my way of thinking
And although they don't show my true essence, it makes them
Think I'm crazy, and maybe they're not wrong

What if I'm crazy? Thanks, I believe it too
It would be offensive if they thought I was sane and well
And well, do they think courage is what they see in me?
It's just madness pushing my swing

Come closer and look inside my being
I'll be very brief: I'm not who they think they see
Do they see a thousand demons in my mind or what is it
That scares those who look inside? I don't know

Maybe it's because my mind is not the same
Not even similar to another way of thinking
Who assures me there's not a monster laughing behind
Controlling my reality, thoughts, and actions?

It's just a crazy possibility
Still, many think Satan controls me
And even though I don't believe in him or the irrational
If those who judge me believe it, maybe it's true

They think I'm wrong
That my head shows another reality
That I suffer from a mental disorder
If so many think I'm crazy, maybe it's true

Because they

Think I'm wrong
That my head expresses another reality
That I suffer from a mental disorder
If so many think I'm crazy, maybe it's true

Because they

Think I'm wrong if I question their beliefs
Where is my freedom to express my disbelief?
Don't ask me to respect if they don't respect my madness
Neither gods nor death escape my insolence

And it's

Perhaps I'm unaware of how
My words affect many minds because of my eloquence
But I won't change who I am
Because even if the world is offended, I'll only say in my defense

That I'm crazy and I don't even know what I provoke in others
When I have a crazy verse, I just place it
In a stanza and then break every scheme I touch
I touch on topics at my whim and suddenly I'm the focus

Of attention

Perhaps narcissism is the driving force behind each action
Or maybe melomania is what guides my direction
It may be that both are a combination
But even if I were a genius or a madman, it wouldn't matter because they

Think I'm wrong
That my head expresses another reality
That I suffer from a mental disorder
If so many think I'm crazy, maybe it's true

Because they

Think I'm wrong
That my head expresses another reality
That I suffer from a mental disorder
If so many think I'm crazy, maybe it's true

Because they

Think I'm wrong, that my head expresses another reality
The reality is that maybe it's true

But it's okay

Maybe they're right and maybe I'm the one lying
When I never accept a mental disorder in me
Maybe some fantasize that I'll end up in prison
Imprisoned by the consequences of what I've said or done

But even if I were a criminal, no one would come after me
Since they know that with crazies, no one would come out unscathed
Others think that I get inspiration from drugs
And although drugs are not bad, it's their addiction

No drug has motivated my imagination
But I admit that my obsession is becoming an addiction
That's why I think I'm the bad one in this situation
Because I don't know how many lunatics I'll create with my voice

And even though in many songs I'm just an actor
Some will take the script to the world and it will be an honor (thank you)
And when a criminal blames me for every action
I'll tell the judge that was never my intention

But since everyone already knows I'm crazy
Inside I'll be laughing, because I'm the villain

I think they're wrong
I'm not just crazy, I'm much more
But they can't notice
Because my music doesn't show who I truly am

That's why

I think they're wrong
I'm not just crazy, I'm much more
But they can't notice
Because my music doesn't show who I truly am

That's why

They think I'm wrong
That my head expresses another reality
That I suffer from a mental disorder
If so many think I'm crazy, maybe it's true

Because they

Think I'm wrong
That my head expresses another reality
That I suffer from a mental disorder
If so many think I'm crazy, maybe it's true

Because they think (they think)