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The Quiet Kind Of Crazy
Pagan RIP
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I got a laugh that don't reach my eyes
Got a thousand yard stare in a Sunday disguise
A church pilgrim and a bottle of sin
Nobody sees where the hell I've been
I shake hands with demons I never invite
They crawl in my skull and they whisper all night
But I smile and I play the role just fine
A ticking clock on a landmine mine
I'm the quiet kind of crazy, the one you don't see
Storm in my chest, but I talk like I'm free
These thoughts ain't loud, but they cut like a blade
I'm the ghost in the mirror that never gets saved
Don't pity me, don't pray for my soul
Just pour me a shot and light up a smoke
'Cause I've learned to dance with the dark I don't show
Yeah, this is the pain I call home
I walk through the world like I'm built from steel
But there's cracks in my armor, I pretend I don't feel
There's voices that argue, but none of 'em matter
And a war in my brain I fight all the time
Sometimes I don't sleep, sometimes I don't eat
Sometimes I just stare at the blood on the sheets
Not from my skin, from the cuts in my head
A thousand small deaths, I die in my bed
I'm the quiet kind of crazy, the one you don't see
A storm in my chest, but I talk like I'm free
These thoughts ain't loud, but they cut like a blade
I'm the ghost in the mirror that never gets saved
Don't pity me, don't pray for my soul
Just pour me a shot and light up a smoke
'Cause I've learned to dance with the dark I don't show
Yeah, this is the pain I call home
Don't tell me it's just a phase
Don't quote no lines from some shrink's page
I buried good men for less than I feel
So I locked it all down just to fake being real
They call it disorders, I call it my truth
A sickness that's bloomed since my troubled youth
But I wear it like leather, like ink on my skin
You can't fix what's broken if it was never whole to begin
I'm the quiet kind of crazy, the one you don't see
A storm in my chest, but I talk like I'm free
These thoughts ain't loud, but they cut like a blade
I'm the ghost in the mirror that never gets saved
Don't pity me, don't pray for my soul
Just pour me a shot and light up a smoke
I'll keep on walking this barbed wire road
Yeah, this is the pain I call home
This is the pain I call home
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