I can't tell if it's me

As I take myself along I don't know who's right or wrong My mind likes to play tricks on me But at the same time, I can see. I'm not wrong. I'm not right. I'm wrong. I'm right. I say my mind plays tricks on me, telling me to believe such things. But the tricked beliefs turn out to be true. Time and time again. They don't seem so crazy, so untrue, when in reality, they turn out just like they do.