I told you the wind was not blowing quite the way it used to.
And you said I was crazy.
Like when I begged you thirteen years ago
for my passion burns like the Olympic flame.
But you think I was crazy.
And I didn’t become what I needed to become
Because you said we were too weak for it
And you thought I was crazy.
Then I asked you to listen to me few months back
So I can drive our lives and win this game.
But you think I’m crazy.
Now the world’s falling apart and you still asked me to beat it.
Then it's too late because I think I'm crazy.
