I am the Mad Hatter, 

sitting here with tea.

Always with a huge smile,

crazy as can be.

You ask me why I did it again,

and I say, "What? Who me?",

cause I am still that Mad Hatter,

crazy as can be.

 

Thoughts running through my head.

With no time to breath.

I still sit here smiling, 

but without any glee.

It's not the kind of smile that should cover up some pain,

but the kind that just arises when thoughts crowd my brain.

That makes you laugh inside while feeling so much pain.

'Cause guess what.  I'm that Mad Hatter who's going quite insane.

 

But you on the other hand might be crazier than me.

You contradict and lie and cheat and don't remember your own name.

I don't even know your name.

I don't know who you are.

Yet I am still that Mad Hatter, wishing on a star.