Iron Man Part V
Everything comes down to this
This is where is culminates
I'm taking off this suit
I don't need it to play a saint
I need to grow up have a sense of maturity
I'm on trial and I just hung the jury
I did something I'm not proud of
There's no blanket of security
I'm not even 18 yet
Turn that number around if I make it that long
Thanks for being there for me
This is my Swan Song
They say iron sharpens iron
Time to find a mirror image
Gallery walking trying to find my next journey
This is my benediction
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