Call Me Crazy
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna sleep
I don't wanna walk
I don't wanna fall the stairs are too steep
I just want to sit or stand
Have an occasional fit
And gently dig my feet in the sand
The pier seems pretty
The jump would feel like living
I wanna see the sunset
And feel the background city
And take in the breeze the water is giving
I feel cold
I don't wanna be home
I don't wanna be told
I do and don't wanna be alone
There's the stopper for the door
The lock and the key
I don't want my feet on the floor
It seems so far away from me
The floor the beach
The peace the air
Again I feel the need to cut my hair
A new look a new me
The old version to throw away
An old me to die
No
I'm not suicidal
Just chalk it up as crazy and leave me to cry.
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