Crazy
By soul
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Some people look at me
Like I am crazy
Do I have a flashing light on my head
Warning sign instead of a face.
How do we define normal
Go on take my place
Because what you see
Maybe crazy to me.
People quick to judge
Wait take time
To relate
Find out whats behind a face
For a story waits to be told
Of how life goes.
You look at me
In your high and mighty way
So who is truely crazy.
Welcome to society.
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