My skin is itchingall I can do is scratchthey keep on nigglingmaybe I’m insane’cause I refuse itthey nearly got me downthey’re shaking their headsthey feel that I’m insaneand does it matterwho is right or wrongI look for somethingbefore I go insaneto be like they sayI lose my something grinand then I’ll knowwhat it is to be insaneI’m getting (fucking)olderbut still I’m hanging onthe world gets weirder