Hurting
You think I look bad
You should see the other guy
Face bloody, can barely see
Beating 'em up was a piece of pie.
I hurt 'em so bad that I cried from the joy.
Feeling so much pride in myself for it.
I feel so numb
But I still don't care a bit
In case, you're wondering
That person wasn't who you might think.
I'll tell you the truth
That person was myself in a mirror.
You should see the other guy
Face bloody, can barely see
Beating 'em up was a piece of pie.
I hurt 'em so bad that I cried from the joy.
Feeling so much pride in myself for it.
I feel so numb
But I still don't care a bit
In case, you're wondering
That person wasn't who you might think.
I'll tell you the truth
That person was myself in a mirror.
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