Reality
I fought the battle everybody swore that I would lose
I won the name that everybody quivers when they use
I did EVERYTHING that they said I couldn't do
I've done everything I wanted, but I still feel used
I feel like everything I achieved was just to prove
That I'm not the same as you
That we have a different view
But as different as we are, we both live to amuse
Everything you accused me of, I just proved
I'm just a living statue that took your abuse
I stood there like a wimp as I iced my bruise
I held a straight face while you picked at my wounds
I just laid undercover and paid my dues
I made a name for my life, but in the end, I got screwed.
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