50% Herself

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By 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

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