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Man Made of Steel


Hit after hit dosen't lessen his pride

Blow after blow it swells more inside.

 

He's the man made of steel

No scrapes, dents, or marks.

He doesn't know what's real,

He sits in the dark.

 

Waiting for someone to stop all the bleeding

Before it's too late and his heart will stop beating.

 

Pain, pain go away

Come again another day.

 

Holding umbrella to not feel the rain

Puts on a mask and now he's insane.

 

Can't find who he is

Nor does he know why.

Time's running out

He refuses to cry.

 

A constant struggle

To let it all go.

A fight, a battle

He's ending the show.

 

Rehearsed lines that do not make sense

He picks up a gun, ending all the suspense.

 

Shot after shot doesn't lessen his pride

Bullet after bullet, it swells more inside.

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