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Kinda Crazy
Hey, hey you there
Look at me here
Please tell me that I’m crazy
That it’s not my fault that everything is hazy
Tell me I’m touched in the head
Tell me I’m not wrong for wanting to be dead
Please tell me what’s right
Please tell me what's ok to fight
You never let me explain
You still expect me to stay sane
You say I faked the tears and the pain
But how could I fake the scars and blood stain
I lived for the rain and I lived for the night
The blessed cool, the darkening light
Look at me here
Please tell me that I’m crazy
That it’s not my fault that everything is hazy
Tell me I’m touched in the head
Tell me I’m not wrong for wanting to be dead
Please tell me what’s right
Please tell me what's ok to fight
You never let me explain
You still expect me to stay sane
You say I faked the tears and the pain
But how could I fake the scars and blood stain
I lived for the rain and I lived for the night
The blessed cool, the darkening light
Published 15th Jun 2019
| Edited 17th Jun 2019
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15th Jun 2019 5:01pm
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The flow and rhythm is haphazard throughout 'cept for the last few lines
and the rhyming feels forced but if the tempo was more even no one
might even notice the rhymes
I loved the description for the tags You put here
The spill has a feel of someone speaking to a mirror
The flow and rhythm is haphazard throughout 'cept for the last few lines
and the rhyming feels forced but if the tempo was more even no one
might even notice the rhymes
I loved the description for the tags You put here
The spill has a feel of someone speaking to a mirror
16th Jun 2019 7:40am
