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The deranged are not crazy, just sick with love.
Can you hear me?
I am all alone six feet under...
We all have layers.
Every time she picks herself up.
Theres always someone to push her down...
I'm waiting for you.
When will you be back...
This complex feeling
Is plaguing my mind...
Sometimes we hate who we are but can't change what we have become
I try smile to hide my feelings, but one look in my eyes and you see Im falling
Of all the people shes scared of,
She scared of herself the most.