You keep reminding me I have problems but what about you?
What about the bullet that can look himself in the mirror and still smile, surrounded by shattered glass
What abut the king of the jungle who fights for his pleasure
What about the father who is only there in convenience
What about the man who could laugh at the battle of a lifetime-- the struggle to move on
I know I’ve got my issues, But you’re pretty messed up too
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