Issues
I got my own issues
I got this love of mine that I love
If you were in my shoes,
You wouldn't know what to think of
I got my own issues
I got some problems of my own
I go through the bipolar blues
This feeling of fear is still unknown
I got my own issues
I got some remaining envious hatred in my heart
If you got some old news,
I'm not going to even start
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