Crazy
They call him crazy
But little does anyone know
What lies buried deep inside
Hidden away from prying eyes
A myriad of emotions and conflicts
Hundreds of thoughts race through his mind
Love to him is a hurtin thing
So floating round is his protection
If he touches your soul, trapped you’ll be
He’ll make ya smile, make ya cry and make ya feel safe
No one forgets him no matter how long
Ya gotta respect him and he demands it so
He guards what’s his and shares what he wants
Smooth fast talking making his way
He survives the only way he can
So crazy they may call him
But I know different
Because I’ve touched his soul
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