Crazy What to do when you blow your stack, Yell at the radio, it might holler back! Whe in the case of losing your mind, I have never had one to find!!! I'm going crazy can't you see? The person I knew is no longer me. I need the help that doesn't exist, I fight my fight without my fists! My head seems to be caught in a myst, Memories of the first girl I kissed, Once again reign inside my head, I want to sleep but have no bed!!! I wish to end this pain of mine, Please forgive me I don't mean to whine!
Reason for writing:
Every one of us are crazy to some point. I hope you find
yours!!!!
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