Bulletproof

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Are you confused?

You seem to think I'm made of steel.

Is it not clear?

I'm no superman, I'm real.

Don't you get it?

Pull the trigger, bullets shoot.

They hurt, you know?

There really should be no dispute.

Were you misled?

Can't you see that I feel pain?

Have you misread?

My expressions show disdain.

You think I'm fine?

Then look, the scars across my wrist.

You re-write time?

Too late, your greatest chance you've missed.

You didn't know?

What, that I had feelings too?

She's just some hoe?

Oh, so she's okay to screw?

I'm freaking out?

Wow, this is my fault now.

What's this about?

Have you forgotten it somehow?

Just go to hell.

You were never right for me.

I will not dwell

It's time for you to set me free.

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