So Called Crazy

So Called Crazy

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"I'M PEELING THE SKIN OFF MY FACE CAUSE I REALLY HATE BEING SANE, THE NORMALS THEY MAKE ME AFRAID, THE CRAZIES THEY MAKE ME FEEL SANE!!!!!!!!!!!!" I'm screaming Mad Hatter lyrics at the top of my lungs cause 1. I'm a growwwwnnnnn wwwoooooommmaaannn 2. I do wwwhhhaaaattttteeevvvvaaaahhh I want!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3. #1 is a lie cause I'm only almost 17 but #2 is the complete and honest truth 4. Dis dude who lives under a rock really don't know who Melanie Martinez is... AND THAT is reason to kill somebody so everyone who cares about this idiot should praise how kind I am.... ****************************************** That's the girl who is So Called Crazy as you can see she is not normal even though she claims she is. This is about her totally normal self as she tries to deal with all the others who are "crazy" to her. Did I mention she's delusional?
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