If all you see
Is the mad in me
The crazy, the insane
The psycho battles I face
Then what you see
Is really but part of me
I like to think
I'm wonderfully bad,
fancifully confused,
beautifully twisted,
serenely lost
If all you see
Is the mad in me
Then you need to redefine
What mad really is.
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Sunday, November 20, 2011
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