My Own Doubts
Lets enter the mind of a kid when i was 17 years old
Tired of being told To shut up and wait in the cold
Selling me out i feel like im sold
Yea they can trigger me but ill never fold
As i got the taste of blood in my mouth
i have an inner fire for warmth that ppl wanna douse
i get my self so mad i just want to shout
because no one understanding Me no one knows what im about
Im mean seriously even in my mind i have doubts
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