man, my emotions are tryin' to get out
yeah ny tryin' to shout
help
yeah as they wept in depth
about the past
of broken glass on the floor
yeah my scars are bloody and scars
but life is war
and my insides must ride for cause
yeah with no pause
so my jaws must stay shut
while i'm kickin' butt
and for what?
or for who?
you might say
Jesus
because by the way
he is just like me
which is emotional
can't you see?
jealous Jesus
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