They want me to think that maybe I'm madnToo often depressed, dejected and sadnThere's always some remedy they push on menLike a passive drug to medicate me asleepnnThey make me feel like I'm second ratenThey make me feel like I've gone insanenBut what if I'm fin, what if I'm finenAnd everybody else is out of their mindsnnThey make me feel like I don't belong nThat I'm so weak and they're so strongnBut what if I'm fine, what if I'm finenAnd everybody else is out of their mindsnnWhat if I'm finenWhat if I'm finenWhat if I'm fine and everybody's out of their mindsnnThey are the ones with all of the powernTelling me it's sweet when I know it's sournThey want me to think that I'm just a tiny dotnWho connects the lines in the maze they've gotnnThey make me feel like I'm second ratenThey make me feel like I've gone insanenBut what if I'm fine, what if I'm finenAnd everybody else is out of their mindsnnThey make me feel like I don't belongnThat I'm so weak and they're so strongnBut what if I'm fine, what if I'm finenAnd everybody else is out of their mindsnnWhat if I'm finenWhat if I'm finenWhat if I'm fine and everybody's our of their minds