Your call is never heard,
But called as CRAZY YOU,
Attention that you demand,
Is a tot’s right,
For love has no value,
as money does hold you,
With vacuum filled covered hearts,
Shoulders that towered lost,
From spring to autumn days.
Days that is cried for,
Is zing’s words that care your forehead ,
Days in the sand and sun bed,
Combusted to be
From coal to diamond,
From fight to tight.
Eraser they use you for,
To make you the toys in bar,
Wake up and stop yourself,
For they call you dumbself.