[Verse 1]
Yeah, I look crazy now.
That’s convenient for you.
You built a maze, moved every wall,
Then mocked me when I couldn’t get through.
I swallowed every honest feeling
So yours would never have to hurt.
I kept my anger underground
Till it came back clawing through the dirt.
[Pre-Chorus]
You made the mess,
Then left the scene.
Pointed at my shaking hands
And said, “See what I mean?”
[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m crazy—
That’s the part you show.
Not the fire you kept lighting,
Just the smoke when it finally rose.
You pulled me close, then shut me out,
Blocked the door and called it space.
You created every situation,
Then acted shocked I couldn’t take it with grace.
You could’ve handled your business,
Spoken plainly, shown respect.
But you preferred a broken reaction—
It made a better exhibit.
[Verse 2]
You kept people on the phone
While I thought we were alone.
Let them hear me at my breaking point,
But never what drove me there to begin with.
You showed the texts that made me look unhinged,
Cut out everything before.
Selective little conversations—
Just enough truth to start a war.
You’d ignore me, block me, call me back,
Pretend my words had disappeared.
Then tell everybody I was unstable
For asking why you wouldn’t be sincere.
[Bridge]
[Static. Overlapping whispers.]
“Calm down.”
“You’re doing too much.”
“You’re twisting it.”
“You’re insane.”
No—
You kept the ending
And deleted the beginning.
But the night our baby died…
That was the edge.
I needed something human.
A voice. A hand. A sign you understood.
Instead, you made the worst night of my life
Even colder than it already was.
And something in me stopped working.
Now I wake up,
I breathe,
I move—
But I don’t know how to function
Inside a life that kept going
After he didn’t.
[Final Chorus]
So yeah, I look crazy.
Grief doesn’t photograph well.
Neither does betrayal, panic, silence,
Or surviving your private hell.
You get to tell the clean version.
I get the memories you left.
But reacting to devastation
Isn’t the same as causing it.
You could’ve been an adult.
You could’ve shown basic respect.
Instead, you kept creating chaos—
Then used my pain as evidence.
[Outro]
[Whispered over a detuned piano.]
You called me crazy
Because “heartbroken”
Would’ve made you responsible.
