Crooked Zen
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Why is it there's one moment
When you're shouting your love to me? (I love you)
And why then another when you hardly notice
That I'm living and breathing (why?)
Why is it just me who thinks 'bout the hours in the day
And you who thinks only of the here and now?
I see through the blue but conceive that it's really gray
Is there somewhere else I'm supposed to be?
The fear in my heart (the fear) is your creation
The tear in my eye (the tear) is from your molestation
The doubt (the doubt) in my heart (in my heart) is from who you've been
You made this crooked Zen (you made this crooked Zen)
Sometimes things are so good
Define happiness with twine string
Sometimes it's like I'm not here
With your aside of feeling (disregard)
When you wake up in the morning
Couldn't even spell my name (who am I?)
With your definite lack of feeling
What is it you claim?
Hesitate to claim
What could easily be yours
But it's too solid and real
To remedy your open doors
The fear in my heart (the fear) is your creation
The tear in my eye (the tear) is from your molestation
The doubt (the doubt) in my heart (in my heart) is from who you've been
You made this crooked Zen (you made this crooked Zen)
The fear in my heart (the fear) is your creation
The tear in my eye (the tear) is from your molestation
The doubt (the doubt) in my heart (in my heart) is from who you've been
You made this crooked Zen (you made this crooked Zen)
The fear in my heart is your creation
The tear in my eye is from your molestation
The doubt in my heart is from who you've been
You made this crooked Zen (you made this crooked Zen)