I'm a handful, a hot mess
trouble with a face
My problems have problems of their own
I go crazy when I'm alone
but I don't like company either
scares the hell out of my mother

I'm demented, I'm crazy
I nurse my lunacy.
I take pride when I do wrong
when I am right I don't feel strong
I wail in rage when lovers kiss
I laugh out loud where there's no bliss

Now I'm a refugee, a runaway
and an outlaw, 'cause hey
doing nothing wasn't enough, you see
maybe being a fugitive is what's destined for me.

So I shot a man in his bed
now I have bounties on my head
*lowers voice*
you wanna hear something funny?
the bounties are benefactored by me
*laughs*
I mean, sure, the cops are on my tail ,too
but who would wanna have a party just for two?

so I guess I'm still crazy
but I'm the best you'll ever see

(author's note: I know I suck at last lines. sorry. )
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