introvert

Its cold in the shade and warmer in the light. 

Ain't no middle man, man, but I'm guessing that's life.

And every night, my mind and body would have fights.

Because my body shuts down when it gets in the light.

I cascade to my brain and try to think of better things

But the demon in my ear keeps on telling me I'm weird.

And I believe him. so i go through life in constant fear.

That self consciounous be the beast that I don't think I can face.

They say you gotta keep it real with yourself in order to put yourself in better shape.

 

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