It’s not the fact that I’m gone it’s the fact that I’m lost 

Last week I thought I saw him at the park 

Last I heard he had no money and is living badly 

Someone said the voices in his head keep him friendly with the doctor 

I can’t remember what you did or said but you pissed me off

One word and they’re both throwing fists

Cause another word can turn passion to Intimacy  

Must be their legacy because now they’re having a baby

What he does know if he doesn’t find a job now he might as well stop

How is he suppose to feed that child without no money

She still wants to be with him even if he can’t remember what was said to him

Hope love can pay these bills because tears won’t 

Hope God is still leading me because these fears don’t 

I Think I’m Crazy

Crazy

I think I’m crazy 

maybe 

It’s not the fact that I’m gone it’s the fact that I’m lost 

Lately

I’ve been looking for myself 

