50% Herself, by TaylorGang Subscribe to rss feed for TaylorGang

Not a plan ahead
Not a day plotted out
Not a care in the world
"She's crazy"
They say about this girl

From her toes to her head
She's got the style of the dead
Skin pale as paper
hair black as night
walk by her and you'll feel a sudden fright
But don't worry about this girl
She doesn't fight
She's no threat to you
You're just in her way
And there, you shouldn't stay

She's going crazy
Step out of her way
Let's just see what she starts up
I wonder if she'll do what she says
Or if she'll just stay the same
Where she holds back
Where she talks nothing but silence
Where she's not herself
Where she's not crazy

I wonder if she'll be herself again
When you step out of her way 
Posted: 2014-05-04 22:34:36 UTC

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