I'm Not Bloody Crazy. But I Am Not Free
You say you were to be wedded
To a beautiful girl in Spain
In a place where you dream about
For a different women unknown
I cry, cry and cry. Praying
for that one day you recognise
you remember, you understand
Its me. I am the one who loves you.
I am the one who thinks about you endlessly.
When I hate you, I cry.
When I love you, I smile.
When I kiss you, its endless.
When I think rationally, its insane.
I'm on fire in my own mind.
Everything's in order
You say to me its free
I can understand you perfectly fine,
When you discuss matters that Ialready know,
That I've already learnt. I still listen.
I'm not crazy. But I'm not free.
I try to get it on for you,
Try to make you see,
That I am the only girl for thee
But you can see
You must know
But you choose to ignore,
choose to laugh, choose to dismiss
It burns me. Pain.
I'm Not Bloody Crazy. But I Am Not Free.
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