17/04/2011

Alive

Sometimes I think I'm crazy, I'm crazy, oh so crazy. 
Why I am here, am I just wastin' my time?
But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes.

I act like shit dont phase me, inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive.
But then I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy.
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes.

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