Are they there for Condolence?
Or the bleeding fools who can't help but cry?
Do they make me wonder at night?
Hell no, I'm too tuff to realize...
All the things I done right...
But at the exact same time I feel bad
Like an atrocity of mankind's feel good vibes
Cause my niceness can be pretty sad
I don't want to hurt the world
Its too damn good to break or tarnish
But society made me curdled
A black cat on the road that refuses to leave
So all in all, I'm that guy that thinks he's better
But that ain't true, you are the water, I'm the sieve...
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