Can't You See/The Crazy Song
Can't You See/The Crazy Song
Mother, can't you see, I don't care to hear you tell me how everything I do is wrong. I don't want to hear your voice echoing in my ears all day long. I'm not perfect as we can see, I don't want to be you, I just wanna be me.
Chorus: Broken hearts, and shooting stars. Spending lonely nights, behind mental bars. I'm a tortured soul, so let me go. I'm tired of cryin' and lying to myself. Can't you see I'm losing my mental health. Don't deny it, we all know it true, and crazy doesn't happen out of the blue.
Mr. Teacher, can't you see, that I don't care what you think of me. Your words go in one ear and out the other, you're an annoying cloud of smoke, and my air supply you've smothered. You're wasting you're time, cause I don't listen to you, or your overbaring words tellin' me what to do. I only listen to the words inside my mind, as the world moves foreward, I stay hidden behind.
Chorus:
Oh, Doctor, can't you see, that my own thoughts inside my head are torturing me. I can't ignore the voices in my head, laying in the dark at night, telling me I'm better off dead. I'm short of breath, my vision is hazy. I'm unstable and going crazy.
Chorus x2:
Oh no. . . I lost my mind. If you find it please return it, if you would be so kind. I feel myself sinkin' more everyday. . . I guess it was bound to happen, anyway. . .
Mother, can't you see, I don't care to hear you tell me how everything I do is wrong. I don't want to hear your voice echoing in my ears all day long. I'm not perfect as we can see, I don't want to be you, I just wanna be me.
Chorus: Broken hearts, and shooting stars. Spending lonely nights, behind mental bars. I'm a tortured soul, so let me go. I'm tired of cryin' and lying to myself. Can't you see I'm losing my mental health. Don't deny it, we all know it true, and crazy doesn't happen out of the blue.
Mr. Teacher, can't you see, that I don't care what you think of me. Your words go in one ear and out the other, you're an annoying cloud of smoke, and my air supply you've smothered. You're wasting you're time, cause I don't listen to you, or your overbaring words tellin' me what to do. I only listen to the words inside my mind, as the world moves foreward, I stay hidden behind.
Chorus:
Oh, Doctor, can't you see, that my own thoughts inside my head are torturing me. I can't ignore the voices in my head, laying in the dark at night, telling me I'm better off dead. I'm short of breath, my vision is hazy. I'm unstable and going crazy.
Chorus x2:
Oh no. . . I lost my mind. If you find it please return it, if you would be so kind. I feel myself sinkin' more everyday. . . I guess it was bound to happen, anyway. . .