Have you ever confused a dream with life?
Or stolen something when you have the cash?
Have you ever been blue?
Or thought your train moving while sitting still?
Maybe I was just crazy.
Or maybe I was just a girl...interrupted.
Was I ever crazy?
Maybe.
Or maybe life is... Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret.
It’s you or me amplified.
If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it.
If you ever wished you could be a child forever.
How am I supposed to recover when I don’t even understand my disease?