I'm border line insane,
Struck down in flames.
People always say that I'm a mirrecal,
With no reason for why I stay.
People never really talk about me the way you creitizes my whole izitences.
I'm border line insane,
With a membrane stuck on the side of my brain.
I know I don't make sense in side,
But I'm still human on the outside.
I'm 10% there with a bullet in my life,
I'm 20% breathing in the toxic air,
I'm 30% dead inside slowly molding like that mush of a mushroom,
I'm 99% sure you could loose me in the store for when you try to change who you are,
And I'm 100% real like that iron fist of physical touch of a human baby.
I'm all out of myself for real now,
I'm 0% sure what's real right now.
I'm border line insane with the worth of my brain slowly leaving just like learning to love a lullaby.
I'm border line insane with nothing to change for but that's okay because I'm batman.
Spider-Man thought those webs could hold me back,
But guess what even hero's can turn bad.
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The Depths of the Heart
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