Complex
There's a war ragin' inside
Jackyll and Hyde
I'm a monster
Frankenstein
i hurt people
you seem surprised
i despise
me.
No peace, no cloud 9
regardless of how hard i try
the monster won't lie down and die.
this beast ain't no pussy
'cause he got more than 9 lives
There's gotta be more to life
than black and white
something to live for
wait,
Everything.
This "World War Me" I gotta fight
F--K being wrong, i wanna be all right
Matt, you're in my sights
I messed with fire so long, now you playin' with dynamite
y'all may not understand
Not even comprehend
I'm too complex but I'm offerin' my hand
to help y'all back up to stand.
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