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Sanity does not like me in her
So I ain't crazy
Says the they who laid me
Down on a table of "you might be"
Sanity does not like me "_________________________________"in her
( Don't use the word fucking Christopher)
But I can't seem
To find any other place to bleed
SO I scream the dreams of thieves
Into an atmosphere of Blessed Mary's ( Mairy's, Mairie's) Please
I said read everything or be just like me
Crazy
This is your warning
I was in mourning the morning
The ignorant beings came to me screaming
" Just tell me what the prob' is kid because you is screaming like those little bitches cross the street"
I said nothing
Because the best thing is silencing the everything
That leaves me pacing
To knives the size of doorways
The whores say
I will be okay
If I give myself away
But I gave myself away
To Christianity in May
And could find no window born two-way
Slit the throat of hostility
So we can bring back the healing
Or the feeling of healing
Just an illusion and dream
Can you see the seams
Or is that just me
Or does it seem to be
The end of peace
I know you think
I like the taste
Of this life I waste away
But I seem accident prone today
So some may spill from the tray
I love the way
They weigh my discontent
On a scale from one to whateva fits
And it always hits six six six
I can make them lose their wits
Without ever saying
Bitch
Slut
Shit
I think I hit
My mark of fucked up
I am reckless and I wrecked this
Thing you call important
With my secrets
Oops
I think I pissed
All over your ugly carpet
So can you read it
Can you see my secrets
Do you know I have never really cheated
And I still love the same girl
Who since I met her has had around 24 periods
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
It was the in-betweens where I wished she was in between
The sheets of some place I will never be
But it was the little three to five day dots where I felt loved
And when she decided she would read me
Is when she found a dot
That told her a little bit
But what of all my other bleeding
What will she do when she knows I am crazy.....
Says the they who laid me
Down on a table of "you might be"
Sanity does not like me "_________________________________"in her
( Don't use the word fucking Christopher)
But I can't seem
To find any other place to bleed
SO I scream the dreams of thieves
Into an atmosphere of Blessed Mary's ( Mairy's, Mairie's) Please
I said read everything or be just like me
Crazy
This is your warning
I was in mourning the morning
The ignorant beings came to me screaming
" Just tell me what the prob' is kid because you is screaming like those little bitches cross the street"
I said nothing
Because the best thing is silencing the everything
That leaves me pacing
To knives the size of doorways
The whores say
I will be okay
If I give myself away
But I gave myself away
To Christianity in May
And could find no window born two-way
Slit the throat of hostility
So we can bring back the healing
Or the feeling of healing
Just an illusion and dream
Can you see the seams
Or is that just me
Or does it seem to be
The end of peace
I know you think
I like the taste
Of this life I waste away
But I seem accident prone today
So some may spill from the tray
I love the way
They weigh my discontent
On a scale from one to whateva fits
And it always hits six six six
I can make them lose their wits
Without ever saying
Bitch
Slut
Shit
I think I hit
My mark of fucked up
I am reckless and I wrecked this
Thing you call important
With my secrets
Oops
I think I pissed
All over your ugly carpet
So can you read it
Can you see my secrets
Do you know I have never really cheated
And I still love the same girl
Who since I met her has had around 24 periods
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
It was the in-betweens where I wished she was in between
The sheets of some place I will never be
But it was the little three to five day dots where I felt loved
And when she decided she would read me
Is when she found a dot
That told her a little bit
But what of all my other bleeding
What will she do when she knows I am crazy.....
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