Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
If I could give you the world
On a silver platter
Would even matter
You'd still be mad at me
If I can find in all this
A dozen roses
Which I would give to you
You'd still be miserable
In reality
I'm gon be who I be
And I don't feel no faults
For all the lies that you bought
You can try as you may
Break me down when I say
That it ain't up to you
Gon on do what you do
Hate on me hater
Now or Later
Cause I'm gonna do me
You'll be made baby
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine
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