My Crazy Song


Too afraid to speak, consciencous of my weakness

Unable to act, based on my history of tactfulness

I can not sleep; I can not stand; I cannot walk around

Cause I'm afraid of what I'll dream, what I'll see, and I know I'm bound


To see your face

To me; it seems like a disgrace

To be dreaming of you

To be thinking of you


And I still go on singing my crazy song

I don't know how to just forget

It's the only song I know

But I try and I try just to get it to die

Oh, that song that I've been singing

Too long


Symptoms vary; I don't know if I can carry on

Unable to accept the fact that this was all electible

If I wanted to, then I could've said "oh well" to this whole ordeal

He wouldn't have cared if I did; I need


To see your face

To me; it seems like a disgrace

To be dreaming of you

To be thinking of you


And I still go on singing my crazy song

I don't know how to just forget

It's the only song I know

But I try and I try just to get it to die

Oh, that song that I've been singing

Too long


Too long