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There's a thing called the beautiful insanity,
It's a test on your breath of humanity.
You hold it in too long and see if you turn blue
Because it's something you've always wanted to do.
You're not mad and you're not falling apart,
You're not trying to nurse a broken heart.
You're just a girl trying to catch the leaves,
You don't know why, so they're kept in your sleeves.
There's a thing called the beautiful insanity,
It reaches out and brushes your humanity
In purples, violets and blues all looking like gold.
Something white, something new, something black something old.
Just look around in an ambient way,
Tuck it in a drawer and name it 'Today'.
If you don't have a drawer your head will do.
Shine it sometimes, so it's forever new.
There's a thing called the beautiful insanity,
Don't get me wrong when I say it's humanity.
It's not a bad thing and you have not lost the game,
Because it's normal to be beautifully insane.
It's a test on your breath of humanity.
You hold it in too long and see if you turn blue
Because it's something you've always wanted to do.
You're not mad and you're not falling apart,
You're not trying to nurse a broken heart.
You're just a girl trying to catch the leaves,
You don't know why, so they're kept in your sleeves.
There's a thing called the beautiful insanity,
It reaches out and brushes your humanity
In purples, violets and blues all looking like gold.
Something white, something new, something black something old.
Just look around in an ambient way,
Tuck it in a drawer and name it 'Today'.
If you don't have a drawer your head will do.
Shine it sometimes, so it's forever new.
There's a thing called the beautiful insanity,
Don't get me wrong when I say it's humanity.
It's not a bad thing and you have not lost the game,
Because it's normal to be beautifully insane.
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if a tree falls in...
a fenceless garden
defenseless and unguarded
she watches you grow
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Like a fool
Just the sight of her.....
The smell of her.....
the taste of her....
the touch of her...
Its like a knife..
And all I want to do is push it deeper.
But I'm just some noise in your ear,
Some stains on your carpet that tastes bitter,
But like a fool,I shall love you always my dear.
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kaleidoscope.
Even though it is said that the human eye can see about 16.8 million different colors, we're all pretty much color blind in the end.
Today, I am blue, and you are red; today the fear begins again.
The sky is a milky white and your eyes are an empty grey, but you somehow still manage a smile: this is the first thing I notice. The second is that your shoes are untied, then that your gaze seems unfocused, then that your hair is a disaster, then that your voice sounds like rain and I hate rain.
You catch my stare.
I turn away because I am afraid.
You are uncertainty and unpredictability, and for this, I hate you; the unexpected is a d
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