And I Know That I’m Crazy

And I Know That I’m Crazy

And I know that I’m crazy
and I know I am not
And I know that I’m crazy
And I know you are not
And I know I should sit there
And you know I should, too
But instead I’m spinning circles
for the endless perfection of you
And I know that I’m crazy
And you know I’m not, too
Still I’m running my circles
without sense to do so
And I know that I’m crazy
or just lazy, you know?
But I don’t want to sleep
not to dream,
not to be.
I want to run in circles
forever, you see?
And I know that I’m crazy
and the world knows I’m not
Still these are the voices
I’m hearing
that even you can’t stop.

 

And I Know That I’m Crazy

Apenas uma carcaça vazia movida a engrenagens desconexas, que busca alívio nas palavras vãs de um desabafo doloroso.

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