Crazy Things

All these crazy things,
They take me somewhere else.
Engulfing me in darkness,
Where sins and sorrows dwell.
All touch is lost from the world I see,
The girl I was, she isn’t me.
I lie awake, to hear the cries
Of lost and broken butterflies
Sweet angels fallen
Now you see,
The girl I was,
She isn’t me.
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