Take My Crazy
Can you take my crazy?
Can you understand the voices that can't help but put me down?
Shun me from my self, turn my smile to a frown
You call it disorder, I call it a hoarder
Keeping so much of what it doesn't need
Do you understand me?
Can you take my crazy?
My hazy, jumpy, busy-body personality?
The ceiling would fall in on everyone if I don't write a three three times
But, but what three do I write?
In Sans Serif, Times New Roman, bauhaus 93?
I heard a crack above me, a second, then three.
What is wrong with me? Not a thing.
Can you take my crazy?
All these questions, and no one is answering?
The noise keeps ringing in my head and it won't stop!
And can you hear me, can you feel me, am I thinking?
Am I insane, or are you, really?
Can you take my crazy?
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