"That guy"
I am me.
You are you.
We are we.
But who is WHO?
We strive to find that inner self, putting thoughts on a shelf,
but what are we really on the inside??
Why are we destine to die?
We can do so many things, but our lives are held on puppet strings,
limitations, "vaccinations," and different restraints that hold our nation,
so what do we do? How do we win?
We fight to lose and it never ends,
All I know is we all need a little saving,
Helping, caring, love? Hell, maybe.
So let's fight to win, and stand up and try,
Or. You can stand in a corner and be "that guy."
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