They don't actually know this,
the doctors with their diagnosis
I feel fine, I'm doing great
Their conclusion are bogus,
It's true that I've lost focus
and often my thoughts
swarm around me like locusts
and there's mountains in my mind
that seem impossible to climb
It's like I'm searching for something
I know I'll never find
I'm running in place and
I'm running out of time
Is it cruel chemistry
or deliberate design
Leave it to me to make
Reason out of rhyme
I feel great
I'm doing fine