You think I'm insane. Well, maybe it's true.
You'd have to be out of your mind to fight like I do.
I know I'm intense.
It's just how I cope in a world that's gone crazy.
Am I crazy too?
All I've ever wanted is to change things for the better:
For my mother, for my friends, for every loud little girl like me,
For the freedom that I dream of.
I would do anything, but should you have to die to be free?
You think I'm insane.
Certifiably nuts.
You call it hysteria, I call it guts.
Is it so insane to want my own choice?
Wouldn't you be hysterical if you had no voice?
All I've ever wanted is to change things for the better:
For my mother, for my friends, for every loud little girl like me.
I know I made a million mistakes along the way, but if it's all been for nothing,
All our heartache every day, if our fighting and hoping and dying has been in vain,
Then I'll go insane. I'll go insane. I'll go insane.