Treasure Island

jesse swigart

(10 28 1995 / Az)

I'am loved as a psycho


I am a psycho girl who is loved
I love to dance when there is no music
Or talk about something that as to with NOTHING
People think im lost, when there talking
but im really think about life...


I just see the world different then you
You see pink, I see purple
You say half empty i say half full
I'd Jump off a bridge for fun when you'd jump off your bed
I am a psycho girl who is loved


I am crazy enough to stand in the strom
until i see a rainbow or a pot of gold
you'd say im crazy and thoughtless
but the ones who love me know say im psycho
I am a psycho girl who is loved....

Submitted: Monday, February 07, 2011

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