Iron Man Part III

I'm 17 years old with CP
There's nobody else that can be me
To fight all I have to do is believe
I've had my soul under lock and key

Living in fear is not easy
That's the worst thing I ever known
I'm the youngest of  all students  
And I'm think I'm better off alone

I won't stop fighting until I'm dead and gone
Dealt with death twice already  heart is heavy  
This is what I do for the people who just met me  
Sorry if the animation is super deadly

Trying to take off the suit but you won't let me
Let me be who I am without it it's kind of scary
I feel far from a superhero I can't even save myself
This is my version of Bloody Mary Heaven and Hell

I'm a free spirit Lone Wolf if you will
I sealed my fate it's a done deal
Most people think I wear this suit to kill
Now excuse me let me look up the definition of real

I'm thinking back to time standing still
Left and right drinks and too many bottles of pills
Okay calm down Jeremiah you need to chill
It's amazing what I can do in a chair with wheels

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