Tell me, tell me that I'm sane,
That all I've done isn't in vain,
That I've chosen a good way
And there's no need to sway.
I'm tired of being judged by people
Like a fool or hopeless geek.
I'm too a human and feel feeble
Like any other man in need.
Tell me that you're the same,
That you are human and know pain,
That this whole deal is a shame
And there's always something to blame.
I too want water and food,
Have good health and delight,
Worthy fun and good mood;
And so I want to write:
Am I sane?
You're the same.
