Is it that I’m going mad?
Or is it just that I’m sad?
Lying restless on my bed
Thinking of the days with dread
Hoping against hope of pleasure
Searching for memories to treasure
Is it that I’m going mad?
Or is it just that I’m sad?
Wishing for some bright sunshine
Asking for some hopeful lines
Clinging to the dreams of love
Ah, yes, the dreams of love!
Is it that I’m going mad?
Or is it just that I’m sad?
Hoping for some loving caress
Or touch of hands, nevertheless
Where was I wrong, what I missed?
Why the thoughts are so mixed?
Is it that I’m going mad?
Or is it just that I’m sad?
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