Craziness
Craziness is all I know
Everything I do
Everything I feel
Really it's never began
Which means it nevers stops
I wake up in the morning
Sometimes four
Sometimes seven
I get in the car and drive
Sometimes hours
Then I feel the craziness stop
I feel at peace
With the noise of blow dryers
The smell of pneumonia in the air
Then it's time for the contest
Just like the craziness is back
But I live for that moment of peace
Soon I will forget the craziness
And only remember the peace
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