To be honest I've gone crazy.
You could say this is my way of coping.
Maybe me turning into a bad *** is me dealing with pain.
Or I'm just changing into the person I need to be.
Maybe I'm going alittle crazy.
Cussing at my teachers and any adult I can find to yell at.
Maybe that's just the true me.
Or maybe my anger I have bottled up is finally coming out.
Maybe I'm going crazy telling every man I want him so bad.
Making every high school boy I think is cute want me. Showing them how much of a good time I am.
Maybe I'm going crazy or I've become the person I really am.
I could be crazy but I'm happy because I just don't give a f***** anymore.
Mainly I think it's the anger coming out of me.
From of all the years of pain from listening to others.
So have I turned wild or crazy?
Maybe and maybe not.
I'm just the creation of a messed up society.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
To be honest I've gone crazy.
You could say this is my way of coping.
Maybe me turning into a bad *** is me dealing with pain.
Or I'm just changing into the person I need to be.
Maybe I'm going alittle crazy.
Cussing at my teachers and any adult I can find to yell at.
Maybe that's just the true me.
Or maybe my anger I have bottled up is finally coming out.
Maybe I'm going crazy telling every man I want him so bad.
Making every high school boy I think is cute want me. Showing them how much of a good time I am.
Maybe I'm going crazy or I've become the person I really am.
I could be crazy but I'm happy because I just don't give a f***** anymore.
Mainly I think it's the anger coming out of me.
From of all the years of pain from listening to others.
So have I turned wild or crazy?
Maybe and maybe not.
I'm just the creation of a messed up society.
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