I must be in the category
Of those you call mad
Mad ’cos I am writing this stuff
For the dustbin’s sake
Mad ’cos you still think
That my love is fake
Mad ’cos you hate me
And I love you still
Mad ’cos I tell God to crash my wishes
If that can help, your dreams come true
Mad ’cos I tell God
To give me your tears
Mad ’cos I pray to God
To give my share of smiles to you
Mad because
You think I am mad
Still I am happy that
I am mad for you
Your smiles
Your love
Your company
