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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Stable

Call me dangerous, call me unstable
I’m tired of being called unable
I’ve always been a little bit crazy
Is this some happy ending like in a fable?
But I’m no longer letting it phase me
So what if no one thinks I’m ready
Are you looking for other reasons?
They’re not calling the shots here
It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to
I’ll die if I want to
I don’t have anything left to fear
It’s the end of the season
I’m holding steady
I’m rocking like a baby in a cradle
I’m starting to feel more stable
I don’t know why things were so hazy
You make me feel so able
After all crazy is just a label
There’s nothing left but to love me baby

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