crazy girl
A hundred things
One hundred thoughts
One hundred feelings
One hundred nots
Just sitting there alone
Not a grasp in the world
Just sitting there alone
Stupid crazy girl
One hundred misconceptions
One hundred rights of life
One hundred missed reflections
One hundred things in flight
Just sitting in the chair
Sitting there alone
Crazy girl with pretty hair
Sitting in her home
One hundred lives to act on
One hundred people deep inside
One hundred ways to look down
One hundred ways to hide
All the wrong and stupid things
Stuck in her crazy mind
A casting for normality
A penny for her dreams
A struggling for reality
A scrambling for means
A lack of inspiration caring sustenance of life and sharing
Giving her away
It gets harder every day
Needs needs
Alone alone
Fuckng terrors through her bones
Phase make
Waves break
Crazy girl at home
Crazy girl at home alone
Crazy girl on earth alone
No one understands her
The clutch that holds this cancer
Sighted rhyming chain and timing
Pretty for their ears
But no one really hears
And no one will ever know
The confusion in her soul--
She is forever on her own with this
Crazy girl she wouldn't miss
One hundred thoughts
One hundred feelings
One hundred nots
Just sitting there alone
Not a grasp in the world
Just sitting there alone
Stupid crazy girl
One hundred misconceptions
One hundred rights of life
One hundred missed reflections
One hundred things in flight
Just sitting in the chair
Sitting there alone
Crazy girl with pretty hair
Sitting in her home
One hundred lives to act on
One hundred people deep inside
One hundred ways to look down
One hundred ways to hide
All the wrong and stupid things
Stuck in her crazy mind
A casting for normality
A penny for her dreams
A struggling for reality
A scrambling for means
A lack of inspiration caring sustenance of life and sharing
Giving her away
It gets harder every day
Needs needs
Alone alone
Fuckng terrors through her bones
Phase make
Waves break
Crazy girl at home
Crazy girl at home alone
Crazy girl on earth alone
No one understands her
The clutch that holds this cancer
Sighted rhyming chain and timing
Pretty for their ears
But no one really hears
And no one will ever know
The confusion in her soul--
She is forever on her own with this
Crazy girl she wouldn't miss
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