Who is that man I see everyday,
that comes so close to me.
Why do you come Mr. Mad man?
Is there some thing I need to see?
Why don’t you speak Mr. Mad man?
Tell me what you want,
Are you but just a silent peaceful man?
And not what I really thought…
Tell me something Mr. Mad man,
your thoughts of me left unknown.
You follow me for years and years,
I know something must be shown.
If not then leave Mr. Mad man,
I have no use for you,
Just tell me something Mr. Mad man,
Or I’ll choke you till your blue.
Please stop Mr. Mad man,
my body now goes weak,
Wait…now I know why you’re here Mr. Mad man,
I know why you sneak.
You win Mr. Mad man,
I finally know and see,
You’re not really the mad man,
The mad man is really me.

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