The Crazy One

My hands are bleeding

Still I write

Your words deceiving

Yet I listen

 

When everything

Means nothing

Whats so wrong with dreaming

Of something greater than this

 

Something soft , something gentle

like a very first kiss

To get this heart beating

Although my soul is screaming

 

Yet these are strange times

Empty words

Meaningless actions

Is what we have come to…

 

They call me a fool

For trying to start brand new

Maybe there is good in everyone

And I am no longer the crazy one

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