The world is crazy,
But I'm mad,
They make you lazy,
Now i'm sad.
But I'm mad,
They make you lazy,
Now i'm sad.
Cracking her laughter,
Like songs of a mocking bird,
Taking your bliss for slaughter,
Wishing you were dead.
Like songs of a mocking bird,
Taking your bliss for slaughter,
Wishing you were dead.
They pull you baby like a careless string,
Throw you into trash as a worthless ring,
Though they chorused their dreaded song,
You shall silent them for you are my gong.
Throw you into trash as a worthless ring,
Though they chorused their dreaded song,
You shall silent them for you are my gong.
The world is crazy,
But I'm mad,
They may say you plus me is bad,
But the truth is they don't know the math.
©d faithful poet
But I'm mad,
They may say you plus me is bad,
But the truth is they don't know the math.
©d faithful poet
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