I feel lonely in a crowded room Even though it isn't true And I don't struggle with the bottle, no But I can see why you do But I think that we're all going insane Hiding behind some smiling face I don't know if you can relate But I fight the devil most of the days Everyone else I know around Seems to have life figured out But here I am now twenty-five And I don't know where I am going in life But I think that we're all going insane Hiding behind some smiling face I don't know if you can relate But I fight the devil most of my days To hell with the devil To hell with fake Because I am tired of hiding That I'm going insane (going insane)